#mrgprewett

Happy Christmas to you too! You enjoy it too. Hope that job of yours is going well. 

Sounds convenient. For the parents. I doubt any of the actual kids being yelled at would enjoy it much. Least now I know. 

Sure. Whenever you’re free. Let me know. I’ve taken the week after Christmas off. My family’s in town, so figured I’d show them around that week some. But anyway, I’ll be around, so let me know, yeah? 

Dear Gideon,

You're probably going to be shocked to see this letter, and I can't blame you. I also wouldn't blame you if you just chucked it as soon as you saw it was from me, which makes everything else I'm about to write useless, but I think I'm doing it for myself as much as I am doing it for you.

I didn't realize how angry I was with you until the other day when I was talking to a coworker. Somehow it got brought into the conversation the time when I told you that thing that you didn't do back, and I just understood, right then, how mad I was. For a while I think I was mad at you, and it was just sort of heightened with the whole Scottie thing, because it felt like you were just stabbing me in the gut again. But I think I've been angry with myself more. I'm not a vengeful person. Actually, most of the time I'm nothing if not forgiving. But the feeling of someone not loving you back--I had never felt that before. I never understood it. I spent so much of my life wanting to experience everything that I never realized how horrible it would be if I actually did experience everything. I'm not blaming you for that, it's nothing you could have controlled, and faking it would have been worse.

I guess I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be that angry vindictive person that couldn't let something go. I want to be better than that. So, I'm sorry Gideon, for making things a million times harder, and for not even trying to find out how you were, and for yelling at you over the Scottie thing.

You don't have to owl back or anything, I just wanted to say that, and to tell you that I hope you're happy, always, because you're a wonderful bloke, you just aren't my wonderful bloke.