Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Dear Lana,

I want to take this chance to say I'm sorry. I want to apologize for what I did and how I acted but you looked so different, like you'd changed so much in only two months. It wasn't fair how much I didn't see of you. I was speechless at how your eyes weren't even green anymore, they were just a murky, honey color. And how you had your nails painted- you never used to do that. I was mad that I left for two months and you completely changed. On the drive home, I mentally kicked myself in the balls at least a hundred times, Lana. I'm the one who changed and I'm the one who wasn't there to see you change. I'm the ass here, I know. But, it's too late for apologies, I know, so I just want to wish you a Merry Christmas. I stopped by and visited my mom. We're in town, me and Laura, and if you want (please), come by my old house- I'm going for dinner. I miss you, Lana and I'm sorry. I've done so much contemplating, it's literally given me countless headaches. But I know what I need to say and I need you to come tonight, okay?

Patrick

P.S. PLEASE come. Please. Do me one last favor and I promise I won't ever ask for anything again.