If your name isn't Dallas and you're reading this, I'm sorry. I promise that I’m a nice person in real life, but Dallas Golden is the biggest jerk on planet earth and deserves what’s coming next. So, if you aren’t Dallas, please don’t continue reading this.
Or do.
Maybe you can be my new pen pal since Dallas SUCKS.
Ok, Dallas, – if that’s even your name.
Fuck. You.
Yea, I swear now, and you know what? You deserved that.
I can’t believe you went off to war and didn’t tell me how I could get in touch with you.
Did you get any of the letters I sent?
It took me a whole two years to figure out how to find you, and since you never responded, I don’t know if you’re still overseas or back in the states but guess what, I stopped writing to you anyways when I turned 18 because I realized that I needed to grow up and stop romanticizing the idea of your friendship.
Two years of letters I sent you during war without a response or a ‘Hey, Dove, I’m alive. Thanks for checking in.’
So, I’m writing this last letter after telling myself for seven years straight that I wouldn’t write you again only because I had a really good night, and I might have had a little too much to drink so I’m ready to tell you good riddance.
This is it.
I’m done ever thinking about you or wondering where you are in the world.
I’m done considering you a friend.
I have all the letters we shared in a big box that I’m taking out to the bonfire I just lit and I’m burning them.
BURNING THEM.
You know why, Dallas? (if that’s even your name)
Because I’m in love.
That’s right.
And it’s not with you.
Somedays, I wonder if you even existed or if you were just a figment of my imagination, a persona that my parents concocted to write back to me so that I wouldn’t be sad when my birth mom never responded to that first letter I mailed.
Thinking about that makes me feel less bad than thinking I got ghosted by my pen pal and best friend of four fucking years.
Ok, it'd make me feel really bad if you died and that's why you're not responding.
I hope you didn’t.
Anyways, that's all I wanted to say.
Goodbye, Dallas.
For good.
XoXo-Paloma
PS: WHO ENDS A LETTER WITH THE WORDS 'GOOD LUCK,' AFTER TELLING SOMEONE THEY ARE GOING AWAY TO WAR!?'
PSS: THAT'S A LITTLE CRAZY, DALLAS.
