Dear ____________,
There was a time when we were really close. It was scary how you could almost read my mind and anticipate my every need. But something has happened to you. Ever since 9-11 you seem so distant. It’s like we’re growing apart. I know you’ve been through a lot since that morning and I’ve tried to be sensitive to that. But I’ve been through a lot too and you just don’t seem to care anymore.
I remember how you used to smile at me and show me how to fasten my seatbelt. And how excited I was when you told me that the closest emergency exit may be behind me. And, how could I forget all of the meals you prepared for me, or those cute little bottles of wine?
I don’t know what’s happened, but lately you’ve been so cold and distant. You said that all you ask of me is to visit you frequently. I do, but it just doesn’t seem to be enough for you. I don’t mind that you don’t make dinner for me anymore. Or that you make me pay for my wine when I come to see you. I’ve even learned to accept paying you to use your blanket when it’s chilly. But I can’t learn to accept the way you’ve been treating me.
We’ve been through a lot together. Doesn’t that count for something? Every time I visit now, you have this look of indifference. Sometimes it even seems like contempt for me. Even when I call you on the phone, you act so foreign to me.
And I don’t think I can ever forgive you for what you did to me last week. Why did you hide my bags from me for three days? And why did you lie to me about it? We both know that you knew exactly where my bags were. But yet you refused to give them to me when you knew how important they are to me. Damn you!
Is there someone else getting between us? Is it your union causing problems again? Is it your boss? Don’t answer that, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve obviously lost all concern for me, and that’s okay because I’m seeing someone else too. She’s not as rich as you. She doesn’t have all of your international experiences or the big fancy airplanes. But she treats me well, respects me and is always happy when I drop by. It’s not the same as it was with you, but it is good for me now. I know it’s hard to believe, but I really am going to miss you. I hope that someday we can get through this and be friends; you have a lot to offer if you would just let yourself.
Love,
Bill
