Each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:
Here's the list
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
OK, I get it.
You weren't interested. You were never going to be interested. I had absolutely nothing to offer you. I wasn't terribly attractive. I couldn't sing well enough to get a part in the musicals. I couldn't act well enough to get a part in any of the Masques shows. Even thought I thought I was the cat's meow and the bee's knees in the smart and funny department, there was no way for me to prove the point.
So there I was, obsessed with you from at least the 4th grade, only getting moreso as we got into High School, and there you were possibly even feeling stalked or persecuted or for all I know threatened by the school weirdo. It couldn't have been fun, although I'm sure one level it was good for your ego.
Even if you ended up feeling guilty and hating me eventually. Even if I was completely in the wrong and should have backed off, instead of standing around corridors waiting for a glimpse of you. Even if all that is true...you still could have been nicer about it.
You've had an exceptionally impressive career since then. I can google you and see what stars you're directing and which College you're an artist in residency with. And some day, some day Barry, we will meet, as adults and as equals, and I'm going to ask you what you really thought of me.
I hope you'll be honest enough to tell me the truth.