I saw this on a Facebook post from Etsy. It got me thinking about what I'd want to say. So since I am ALL about sharing, here's what I would say. For those who know me and have been around awhile, see if you know who I'm writing these to. 🙂
Thank you for giving me the perfect kiss. The one I hold all others up to. While it didn't hold passion, it held so much more for me. Romance, sweetness, and innocence were there, yes. But it left me wanting more. So much more in fact that on the nights we ended up at the bar together but separate, I still knew you were there. You were like a little beacon that I could track with some weird inner honing device. And while we quite obviously didn't work out, I still remember you with great fondness, and I smile every time I hear Bones Thugs and Harmony's "Crossroads."
Thank you for being an adult. Because I never felt I had to dumb myself down for you, I was comfortable being myself around you. You encouraged me to pursue writing (I still have the pencil you sent, even 15 years later) and allowed me to express myself to you without judging me. You always knew I was destined for better things than I was experiencing at the time, and I wish you had still been around when I packed up and moved to Chicago. I think you'd be proud of who I've become and I remember with you great fondness. And I smile each time I hear "Don't Want to Miss A Thing" and think of you.
You were the one who reminded me not all guys are douchebags and that there are men out there who really do put her needs ahead of their own. After five years of always being the low priority on Dipshit's list, you once drove all the way from Aurora to the north side of Chicago to give me a hug. You brought me flowers on our first date. You made a Dunkin Donuts run in Florida just so you could call me and tell me you missed me. And had I stayed in Chicago, we would've been great together. Your words, not mine. I didn't realize it until a few weeks ago, but you are the one I've measured every man since you against. They've all fallen short. You are one tough act to follow.
Dear Catholic Boy:
You'd be the one I love to hate if I didn't love you so much. You make me laugh, you've made me cry, and no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to peg you just right. It's been five years since we've met, and there are few guys I enjoy talking with as much as I enjoy talking to you. Cheers my friend.
In conclusion, I offer this toast to all of us ladies (and I won't lie, I'm stealing this directly from the movie The Wedding Date): Here's to the husbands who've won you, the losers who've lost you, and the lucky bastards who've yet to meet you.
P.S. If you haven't already done so, be sure to enter this week's contest and leave a message to your younger self on the Mo Livin' Large Facebook page! You'll be entered to win a $20 credit at The Strawberry Hill for whimsical accessories for yourself, your daughter, niece, mom, aunt, grandma, best friend, or yourself (yes, I said yourself twice. BECAUSE YOU'RE WORTH IT!).