[ WP ] Write the letter that you always wanted to , but never did .

Dear E, 
 
 I love you. Not the cheesy love I felt in high school, and not the way I love the woman I think I'm going to marry, but you hold a place in my heart that no one else can. 
 
 We were destructive. We were n't good for each other. You were emotionally abusive, and I was amazed a pretty girl would give me the time of day. I was putty in your hands, and you took advantage of that to the fullest. I had my faults too, but you put the nail in the coffin. 
 
 Then you got kicked out of school. You moved in with another guy and confided in me about your relationship problems. I, a guy who cares too much and tries too hard, was more than willing to stay up until the wee hours listening to you and solving the problems of a relationship I had no part in. We might have been a thunderstorm, but he was a hurricane. You kept seeing him, and kept coming to me for advice. I conceded. 
 
 
 Then the accident happened. 
 
 You were going too fast. You hit a puddle. You could n't keep from swerving into the other lane. You survived, but not without some brain damage. 
 
 I remember speeding to the hospital and seeing him. The man who was the vehicle to this lifestyle that put you here. 
 
 The man whose smile was as crooked as your front bumper when I saw your car in the junkyard. It was the first time I recall feeling genuine hate. The first time I wanted someone to die. To change places with you. 
 
 The next few months you'll never remember. You were in a coma. You were in rehab. You could n't speak. You could n't eat. I was there every other day, spending hours with you, watching movies with the husk of a person I once knew. 
 
 But you improved. Your brain damage was n't as bad as they thought, but it changed you. You became frustrated. You would lash out at me due to your brain's lack of ability to filter. You'd hit me. I remained there. I taught you to count again. I taught you colors. I taught you the parts of your face. I fed you your first solid meal. 
 
 Then college came. Then I realized that things would never be the same. That as much as I cared for you, I had to move on, and so did you. You were recovered to the best that you would be, and you were moving out on your own. 
 
 You have a baby now. You have a boyfriend. I have a woman by my side who I love dearly. There's no trace of romantic feelings whatsoever, but I'll always remember our time together. I'll always care for you deeply. You'll always be the one who taught me what caring for people really means. 
 
 
 You'll never remember what I did. You'll never remember learning colors or numbers or eating your first meal from a spoon I was holding. 
 
 I think I like it better that way. 
 
 
 We were a thunderstorm, but the skies are clear now. 
 
 

