I hope he never takes you for granted.
I hope he protects you.
I hope he loves you, the way you deserve to be loved, and that he makes youfeelthat love.
I will settle for being your friend, forbeing your girl, for always watching you watchhim. I think I can really like her because while I don’t know (and don’t want to know!) what “the deal” is with her and him, maybe there is a parallel.
Maybe she really loves him the way I love you.
But his heart is yours every bit as much as yours is his.
That’s sweet, too. Over, what, twenty-two years now you’ve had this love? Held this torch?Both of you?
You are a kick-ass chief of staff. I can say that now, because you were a kick-ass campaign manager. I’m blessed to call you my bestie. I’m even more blessed to know I’m your girl, even if it’s just as friends.
Because maybe I don’t have someone to love me back the way he loves you, but maybe, one day, I’ll find that person. If I do, I’ll make sure you sign off on them first, becauseobviously you know what true love is and how to make it last, even when decades and miles and life keep you apart.
Love,
L.
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Dear Kev,
Tonight I got to sit on a riser behind several former presidents and watch my new boss get sworn in.
All through today, as I watched you and him, I saw nothing but love and pride, no jealousy on your part, and blatant, barely constrained need onhis.
Someone’s getting fucked over theResolutedesk tonight, I bet.
Enjoy, sweetie. :)
These past few weeks have been a whirlwind. When I went home to Mom and Dad’s for Thanksgiving and was talking to them, they asked about you. They asked how you were doing, if there was any chance for us to reconcile.
I finally had to hint to them—no, I didn’t give away all your secrets—that we are stilland always will be besties, but it turns out that it never would have worked between us, and I’m okay, but that you need your privacy.
Mom outright asked if you were gay.
I told her there were secrets not mine to tell, but that you have someone, and are happy, and that it’s okay that the press and other people still think you and I might be an item in secret.
That I’d rather everyone thinksthat than to think poorly of you, because you’re a good man, and you’re doing good work for a good person.
Tonight, you saved a dance for me at all three balls, and I got to pretend the world outside doesn’t exist.
For tonight, I got to dress up for you, be your girl, and I was happy.
But you know what? It’s okay. I’m okay.
Because I do have a dream job—holy crap, I’m PRESS SECRETARY!
AndI have you to thank for that.
I hope I’ve never let you down, but I needed you to know that I am forever grateful to you and awed by the trust you have in me to come to me first for this job.
You had no intention of leaving before I said yes that night, did you? I think about it in retrospect, and you hadthatlook. That sneaky little commanding way you used to get at work with me, where youknew damn well I’d do just about anything for you.
I meant it that day I said you’re different now. That side of you comes out at work more, and it’s hotter than fuck on you, honey. Like you won’t take no for an answer. Command and control, right?
