An Open Letter from Jack.

Here I am.. days, weeks, and months past my expiration date. You've kept me in the back of the freezer so that I don't go bad, but either way my core has started to turn. Part of it is my own doing... I could have been less stubborn, I could have catered to your demands but in the end I know this is best for me. You've left me in the middle of the ocean with no life raft. Hopefully one day I'll find your mainland, but it will definitely be on my terms.

Being around someone of your nature used to be like going 100 mph with the windows down... I didn't have a care in the world and no one else mattered to me.

I am Jack's Raging Bile Duct.

Growing up is something everyone must do, and with that most people learn not to be selfish. Most people is a group that you do not fall into. I am sorry, but that is the reality. At first that was a good thing, at the end I wished away your existence.

I am Jack's Cold Sweat.

All of this may seem harsh but I am partially happy to have been put through shenanigans such as yours. Because of it I know now not to fully trust everyone I meet, and have since gone on to meet many new and interesting people. If that is the one thing I have taken away in the year-plus since meeting you, I thank you for it.

I Am Jack's Complete Lack of Surprise

This has rendered me weathered and broken. Not broken in the sense that I can no longer function, broken in the sense that I know there is no completion to my being... I am just parts connecting to other parts making the best of the situation. The best way to describe the way I feel is like a tourist with a camera, and I'm okay with that.

I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.

Whenever I take in the twilight, I feel absurd and physically irrelevant. The pace of life is seemingly fast but in reality we're nothing but a slight directional mass of molecules on a path of destruction. Keeping that in mind, I try to get to the end of that path with a minimum amount of blockades... something that cannot be done easily. For this, there is really no fix, but every Jack wants to hear her say "Its getting late... lets stay out as late as we can... we'll drive around the lake... just a little too fast." This is when Jack keeps his eyes on the lines and feels her head on his shoulder... and you're damn near perfection.

I Am Jack's Broken Heart.