Dear Kevin Q, thanks for the Valentine’s candy in the 1st grade. Sweet.
Dear Jimmy M, that first French kiss was kind of, um…juicy. Yuck.
Dear Kevin A, you broke my heart and my Swatch. Thanks.
Dear Robert B, I thought I loved, until you moved. Sigh.
Dear Cliff F, you were no He-man, that’s for sure. Bye.
Dear David S, five years was a whole lifetime. Divorce.
Dear Mike Q, last call was a long time ago. Seeya.
Dear Robert K, don’t bother leaving the key. No.
Dear Chris C, I never really knew you. Who?
Dear Brian H, no just simply means no. No.
Dear Jay V, I’m so sorry you died. Peace.
Dear Justin J, you are my life. Yes.
Prompted by the “Dear” form introduced over at OctPoWriMo, day 19.