Sweet Dreams, Kayla

My dearest Kayla,


You are a wonderful and gracious person. Your personality, your fire and flare bring a smile to my face. When you enter a room, it's instantly vibrant. Your friendship has meant the world to me.

On your last day at ICWG, 1/18/19, I prayed that I'd never lose your friendship. I hoped that at least once a week I'd get to see you. I hoped that our friendship would grow, and we would share life stories together. Not necessarily in a lover kind of way, but in a deep friendship kind of way.

I told you of my medical conditions. This meant I trusted you as a friend. This meant that I wanted you in my life.

What I didn't realize was that earlier in January, I had promised you tickets to the Rockies home opener. I thought this was just a product of our friendship. My honest hope was that we would continue hanging out.

It's now 4/10/19, and I can't believe what I'm about to write. It hurts, I'm hurt and you've just checked out. You used what you had to get what you wanted: Opening Day Tickets.

Opening day is gone, and so is our friendship. I never, every thought this would happen. I thought that we would have a great summer as friends just as I was expecting from Ryan, Matt, and Andy.

But now you're gone. This sucks, and I realize that I've lost you. I realize you've backed off of our friendship and that this whole thing was a side show to get tickets.

I don't blame you though. Having a husband who doesn't make nearly as much as you and living in an apartment with two kids and two dogs must really suck.

During this summer, you'll have baseball to get you through. But when it's over, and fall and winter return you can be promised of one thing: You'll have to find someone else to believe the lies about how great your husband is. You'll also need to find someone who can supply you tickets.

I hope we can remain friends, and I hope this blog is laughable a day from now. However that doesn't seem likely. It seems more likely that you are gone. That I'm the laughing stock. That I should have stood you up on opening day.

That's just not me though. So instead, nice guys finish last.

Sweet dreams, Kayla. I wish you nothing but the best. I hope your friendships thrive in the future. I'm just a friend down.