Speaking of Love

A friend of mine requested that he be given the opportunity to contact someone via my blog so I figured I'd grant him this chance to reconcile with his true love.

Dearest Bari,

The evolution of our love might have seemed slow to you, but it was a crescendo of desire for me. I realize that this communication might be viewed as a flagrant breach of our separation, but seeing as how our love was a labyrinth, I see it only fit that our demise be just as complicated.

As I'm sure you already know, our split hit me with a paroxysm of sorrow. I know you viewed my tears as an aberration of masculinity, but you are culpable for their onset. Your demeanor of nonchalance and disinterest even in the emotions you imbued in me stabbed at my heart like an ice-pick shattering the only part of me capable of love.

As implicit as my yearning for you may be, I wouldn't importune you with further requests of reuniting when I already know you are the very antipode of second chances.

Sincerely yours,

Gruff

(btw 'les chicas' enjoy this, you know who you are!)