I made a few passes at this one…
I started writing to you but it felt familiar. Too familiar. So I did a search on my own blog, and it all came back to me. Last year, my A-to-Z theme was ‘I was just thinking…’ in which I wrote whatever I was thinking (like that really required an explanation). Guess what I wrote about for H? Right… husband. I even continued that post into I (for imagination…). I’ve decided that I don’t want to essentially rewrite those posts in letter form so I’m ending this now.
Where are you when I need you? I don’t even know where to send this letter, so maybe I’ll roll it up, stick it in a bottle, and throw it into the sea. A shark will probably eat it.
You really don’t even exist for me so I have no idea why I would write you a letter.
Thanks for being part of my childhood. You bring back great memories. Yes, many of my memories are tied to food. Is that normal?
At this point in my life, I have no idea how I could ever have loved Twinkies the most. Nope. Now I want the apple pies, powdered donuts, and cupcakes. And I mean the original chocolate cupcakes, none of those offensive new varieties you’ve put out there. I’ve even baked cakes and cupcakes in your image. I’m cute, I know.
I also want to apologize for not bringing you home very often. But I have no control when you’re around, and while eating an entire box of your cupcakes seems like a great idea, I know it would only end in regret.
We had a scare back in 2012 when you went bankrupt. But thankfully, you came back to me. Now if I could only get back tiny Chiclets and those yummy Morton frozen donuts Mom used to buy…
p.s. — Now I’ve given myself a craving and I can’t even go out and buy powdered donuts…