By Josh Cook
I usually don't like to air my dirty laundry in public, but in this case I just can't help it. I've recently suffered a bitter, and somewhat public, breakup. And even though we've been able to keep our romance a secret for the better part of six years, I can't hold my tongue any longer.
So without further ado, here is my Dear John (Locke) letter:
It's been a little more than 48 hours since our relationship ended and I still find myself asking, what just happened?
For nearly six years you and I have had a love affair, even it was mostly unrequited. And sure like any good love affair I knew it was going to end and heck, I even knew when it would end. I tried to prepare myself for the inevitable, but I just didn't think it was going to end like it did.
First, though, I hope you don't mind that we remember some of the good times we had.
I know it's hokey, but it really was love at first sight when I saw you in September of 2004. I was completely blown away by you the first time we met, sparks flew. Sure I quickly realized that you were a bit of a tease, but I didn't mind. That's because as the weeks turned into months, and then years, I fell deeper and deeper in love with you each time I saw you.
Sure you left me for long periods of time - usually between May and December - but you always came back again in January or February. I didn't like your prolonged absences, but I rarely complained. Plus you were so good when you came back that I kind of forgot about my hurt feelings.
I think you'll agree that you were complicated at times, but luckily a few years ago I found a Doc (Jensen) who could help me understand your depth and layers. However I have to admit that this year I didn't really have the time, or the patience, for those weekly sessions anymore. I know I let you down in that regard, but I tried to make it up to you. As always I was very attentive during "our times" together on Tuesday nights - I would've liked it if we could've seen each other more than one night a week, but I understood that you wanted to "keep things fresh." Still when we were together I listened to every word you had to say very intently. I tried and tried to understand you, but every time I thought I had you figured out you threw something else at me that confused me even more.
But as our time together drew to a close I decided just to enjoy every moment that we had left. As we got together Sunday night for one final, it's-so-hard-to-say-goodbye marathon love session, I prepared myself for the end. Then you did it. You did something I thought you could never do - you let me down. You took the easy way out, you left me feeling disappointed and unfulfilled.
Can't we just get together one more time? I'll give you one more chance to make it up to me. One more chance for a re-do. All I want to know is, why did you do what you did? I know that it's going to end, all I'm asking for is a little closure.