I’ve wanted to reach out to you, but even if I knew your address, writing a real letter with a stamp and all that would be too much of a “thing.” I don’t want a “thing,” I just wonder about you.
You wrote me a letter– a real one with a stamp and an airmail sticker– almost twenty years ago. Could it be that long?
I never answered. It came at a bad time when I was busy falling apart over a life that had nothing to do with you and, when I think of it now, nothing to do with me either.
I did want to reply. But by the time I had the power to say what I wanted I had a new address and it seemed as if too much time had passed. Now it’s really passed. Can you believe it?
I don’t suppose you ever type my name into a search engine– just to see?
In case you did and you found your way here: I can’t believe “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred was our song. Yes. I’m talking about you.