Dear Scott,

I have been bothered ever since we hung up last night. I guess the first and most important thing I have to say is I am sorry.  I became really upset when you started talking about all of the decisions you said you could have done better. I became irritated and was thinking “how can he say something like that? Why doesn’t he see and understand my reasoning?” The only thing that could cross my mind today was that you clearly didn’t understand me. All day the thought of “this isn’t going to work out” stayed in my mind.  It eventually hit me that it didn’t matter about the reasons I felt, it is about the way they appear to you. How could I expect you to know them when I never made them known?  I guess in a why I was doing one of the things I criticize people for most, and that is assuming. You had every right to feel every thing you felt because that is they way I made them appear. I am going to say it again Scott, I am sorry. Now I guess is the time to bring Meg into this. I know you are thinking “WTF?” I always talk everything over with Samantha, and she was basically stuck on the same ideas and feelings that I was. I think I have told Meg a little about what has been happening. I kind of had my head down because I was tired and she asked what was wrong and I told her that I was just tired. Out of no where she looks at me and asks “Brad, does your significant other love you?” (Love in her context meaning care about and like greatly) and I told her yes I believe so. Then she asked a second question, and that was “…and do you love him?” and my immediate response was “no.” After another whole class period of thinking about things I went into after-school band rehearsal and asked Meg if she remembered the questions she had asked me, and then I told her that my real answer is yes. A huge grin grew upon her face; I already knew what she was thinking. She said she couldn’t believe it, the greatest bitch in the world just admitted. I did, I proudly admitted it to her. And now the reasons for this letter is to proudly admit that I am sorry for my reactions and the things I have said, done and assumed that have hurt you. This isn’t the best way to tell you, but I have no other choice but to say it in this letter right now because it is burning a whole in me. I think I love you.

This is the part where I am supposed make it known that I was very sincere in this letter by signing, so since I can’t sign it, I’ll use my picture instead