Stoopit Cupit

Upon my arrival to work this morning I found this typed letter on my desk. It was under my desk calendar:

Dear Kimberly,

I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. I feel I've been lost, no bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. I've never been lost before. You were my true North. I could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. I still think some mistake's been made and I waiting for God to take it back but I am doing better now. The work helps. Most of all you help me. You came into my dream last night with that smile that always held me like a lover, rocked me like a child. All I remember from the dream is a feeling of peace. I woke up with that feeling and tried to keep it alive as long as I could.

I'm writing to tell you that I'm on a journey toward that peace and to tell you I'm sorry about so many things. I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you so you never spent a minute being cold or scared or sick. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words to tell you what I was feeling. I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door. I fixed it now. I'm sorry I ever fought with you. I'm sorry I didn't apologize more. I was too proud. I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair. I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn't pull you away.

All my love,
Your Secret Admirer

I know what you all are thinking - it wasn't from Nikki Sixx. He's in Vegas. No shock to find it since we are in the season of Cupid, but honestly, if anyone ever in their life felt this way about me, just ME and could tell me to my face I believe it would be that moment I've been waiting for all my life other than Publisher's Clearing House knocking on the front door announcing I was the grand prize winner.