Dear          :
You might have been my intellectual match.  The fact that I loved you as much as I did
 was a hindrance, and I'm sorry for all the bullshit and melodrama I put you through.  I
 wish I could have respected the beauty of the simplicity of what we had at first, but I
 knew I'd always wonder about what it was that made me lose track of my thoughts when
 I looked at you.


Dear            :
You said you never loved me.  For a long time now, I'll probably fight between the
 bitterness of believing you, and the understanding that I think you were probably lying.
  But I hate the way you treated me when we were together, and in hindsight you did a lot
 more damage to me than I knew at the time.  I wish we'd been old enough to realize what
 we wasn't really a relationship, just a destructive experiment that probably left us both
 scarred even if you won't admit it.  Anyway, it was my fault for asking.


Dear           :
You were the person who first taught me real kindness.  There was an age difference and
 I was so fucked up at the time, and realistically, I was too young for anything more than
 we had.  But I'm sorry that I got so infatuated and scared you away, because I wish we
 could exchange letters, so I could impress upon you how totally you saved me from
 myself, and that I still today think of you as my hero.


Dear           :
I lied to you.  I did to protect you, and there was no reason for you to know, except now I
 wonder all the time if you would have forgiven me.  What we had was special but
 slightly wrong for some reason, and you were the last person in the world I ever wanted
 to hurt the way I did.  God knows I tried but I just fell so far in love with someone else
 (twice). It was all bad timing and maybe we just didn't know what we really were,
 anyway I wonder if you know the truth at the bottom of your heart (and I know this is a
 bad way to find out if you do, or is it perfect?  Us both being writers and all.)

Dear           :
I loved you.  You didn't understand how much then, and you won't ever know how much
 I still do, but I saw you the other day and, to my surprise, it didn't ruin my life.  You were
 the first man I ever wanted to marry, and those nights you gave in to me were amazing.  I
 wonder now if you had to be there as a stepping stone to lead me to where I am now
 (happily).  But I know if we spent too much time together I'd fall all over again, because
 you are every inch the man who man who broke my heart.