Dear Boonie,
Tomorrow it’ll be four months since you died.
My friend Kate? At work? The one whose mom would have said, “Get another dog”? Anyway, her sixteen-year-old daughter just got her heart broken. First relationship, like two years, and he went off to college. And lasted a month. Anyway, the daughter’s doing a lot of crying, apparently. Yeah. And she said to her mom, “I’m not ready for it to be over. It was the one good thing in my life.” Looking at it as a 34-year-old, I can see the statement is teenage histrionics, but the histrionic teenager in me can really relate because that’s how I feel about you. I’m not ready for it to be over. I wasn’t done loving you.
Love,
Amy