Dear Emily,
Emily,
Em
Ms Sonnett
My love
My former lover
Dear Miss Emily Ann Sonnett,
I miss you.
Was that too formal?
I feel like it was.
Though, you never seemed to care.
I miss you.
I've missed you ever since that tragic day.
I miss our breakfast dates at your favorite Waffle House.
You always knew what to get.
I miss you.
I have so much to say.
I almost requested a trade to Portland.
I knew it would never happen.
I still thought about it.
Sometimes I can't get out of bed.
I lie down in one of your old shirts. They still smell like you.
Sometimes I talk with Emma. She's still nice.
Your parents don't really talk to me.
I wish you were here.
I know it's not possible, but I really do.
I miss sneaking around national team camps. When I was called up, at least.
You would never not get a call up.
I got some Waffle House the other day.
I got your favorite.
I still start.
At Washington.
And national team games.
I took Ashlyn's spot.
I try to talk to Lindsey.
She doesn't want to talk to me.
I wish I could ask you why.
I miss you.
I dropped off some flowers last week, but I'm coming with more today.
And this letter, I guess.
Is this dumb? It feels a little dumb.
I've moved onto the back of the paper now. I'm running out of room.
I have so much to say, but there's so little room.
I remember that one day that we were talking about marriage.
You said you wouldn't hesitate to marry me.
We argued about who would take whose last name.
I won.
I was going to be Aubrey Sonnett.
Emily Bledsoe didn't sound to bad, either.
Or maybe we could've been the Bledsoe-Sonett family. Or Sonnett-Bledsoe.
You said you didn't want kids then.
I didn't, either.
But one day we would.
We decided on Dominic for a boy, and Lindsey for a girl.
I knew how much you wanted to name a girl Lindsey.
And, honestly, I liked it.
Still do.
I'm running out of room again.
I guess I'll say goodbye.
For now.
I'm not ready to let go.
Goodbye,
Sweet dreams
See you later
Rest easy, my love,
Aubrey Bledsoe