Dear Philip,

You left me almost a year ago, without warning. You more than broke my heart, you shattered it. I went a year with no contact from you. And even though I was getting better, even though I finally found happiness without you (without any man) I still thought of you everyday, I could still hear your voice in my head, your sweet Irish accent. And so I was getting on with my life. I wasn't dating, I haven't found someone who I want to be with, but I was HAPPY with being single and by myself. I was finally happy again. But now you're back, and we've agreed to be friends. You won't tell me any reasons for anything, except for that it wasn't my fault, and it was completely out of your control. I wish I knew what it was, I wish you would let me in again. Even though we agreed to be friends it doesn't seem like we are. I've e-mailed you, but you never reply. You coming back into my life has opened up deep wounds, but I don't want you to go away again. If the closest I can get to you is us being friends, then I'll happily take it. Just please don't leave. Please talk to me. I can't believe I'm so pathetic. I don't want to be. I don't want to be one of those girls that pleads with someone to take her back. I don't want to be that way. (But if it would work I'm sure I'd probably do it) Please let's be friends. You know, the real kind, the kind that talks to each other and tells each other about their day or weekend or whatever. The kind of friends that talk about stupid things and laugh over their stupid jokes. The ones that turn to each other when things get rough and help each other over hard times. If I can't have anything else, can I at least have that?

-Summer