Dear Chrissy,

Were you really after my heart? Were you really trying to give me yours?

I felt like you were just trying to catch me. But maybe I need to rethink that. Maybe… maybe you were just looking and hoping for the chance for that exchange. Maybe you thought it might be possible.

We always held each other at a distance, though. There was always uncertainty. I suppose your uncertainty was based on mine, though.

I didn’t go into this thinking that I might find love. I don’t think you did either. So what were we doing? And what happened that made you so desperate for us to find that thing that neither of us were looking for when we left that bar together, drunk off our asses?