dead letter

I had the good intention of writing an old-fashioned, hand-written letter to an old friend of mine today. We said "goodbye" some months ago, but not on bad terms or anything. I was even going to hand-deliver the letter, anonymously of course. I was really excited about this. I have found that I miss the little things more often than not like letters and drive-in movie theatres and and sweet wildflowers sprouting optimistically from a crack in the sidewalk. But, long story short, a phone call ruined it all. Sometimes things need to be said, but instead, they are stifled and interrupted. So be it. I will save the occasion for something with more splendor. I shouldn't have answered the phone, but I didn't know who it was. So I never forget, here is the start of said letter:

I called you today. You didn't answer. I tried to leave a message, but the words stopped short in my throat. I never forgot you. I've thought about you daily wondering if all is well. I hope it is. I would love to talk with you again, share a laugh or two. Maybe even a dance to some funky in-between song we couldn't agree on.

And, as I already mentioned, that is when you called and I never finished the letter. Instead I chose to rant to myself (and anyone else here, I guess) about how crappy people are because they are so selfish and coldhearted and I could really use a drink right now and a tattoo, a really big tattoo, the one I've been wanting for so long, and make up a new Irish toast, even though I am not Irish, so I guess it really wouldn't be Irish, but a "cheers" nonetheless, and it went something like this...

Here's to you, and all your cheers,
For me, I'll have a few more beers!

Not too creative, but it made me smile at the time.