Dear Katy,
I'm looking back at you, dwelling there in our past. I'm looking from a place that it's taken a long time to reach, a place that at one point, you never thought you'd get to. Like right now. You there, in the past, I know exactly what you are thinking. I can see you frowning back at me, one eyebrow tilted slightly in indignation. How dare this stranger approach me in such a stark manner.
You wrote so often to me, in your poems and your thoughts, so it's only fair that I return the gesture now. As they say...better late than never. And maybe I'm not too late...
I'd like to tell you so many things to save you heartache.
