The letter

There are of course reasons, good or bad, why I only really started thinking about the boy with the soft hair after he surprised me by hitting on one of my friends. I'll try to explain why, but first I need to tell you all a little about what he wrote. His letter was a call for reconciliation, a long-winded way of saying sorry with other words. It was filled with subtle excuses and attempts to give me the blame for what he did. He wrote I wanted to hurt you for hurting me, and as harsh as that sounds, I understand him. I know a little something about wanting to hurt people, just to see if they are alive and to see if you can make them feel something, anything. I guess that's what he was trying to do to me, and he was certainly entitled. The way I treated him reminded me of someone I used to know, someone who is now just a fading but ineradicable memory.

Because I have been in love, once.