Was it that easy for you?

It would have been easier for me if you had simply talked to me. When you didn't come home Friday, I was truly worried. We had made plans, remember? We were supposed to go out for my birthday. I called the hospitals and the police that night. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.

Then on Saturday, I went to your brother's apartment to see if he knew where you were. The door was unlocked so I went in. I checked the whole place, nobody was home. I left a note on your car, I wrote it on a piece of paper that I found in the bathroom.

When I was on my way back to my place, I saw your brother and his next door neighbor drive by in that old beat up Cadillac. So I turned around and walked back to your brother's place.

It's funny how when I got there you were coming out of the bathroom. I really wanted to believe it when said that you had been in the shower. I mean, your hair was wet and everything. But I think I would have noticed you while I was looking for paper to write that note.

So I didn't say anything, I just went home. I guess I was expecting you to follow me home, I guess I was expecting some sort of tearful explanation. But it's not like I was expecting a birthday present anymore.

Sure, by Monday I was a wreck. Thoughts of you and your brother's neighbor, that English guy with the bad teeth, were tormenting me to no end. I gathered up all your shit and carried it over to your brother's place. I threw it all into his neighbor's window. The window was closed so I had to throw your phone in first. I didn't think you'd want me to leave all that stuff out in the rain.

Anyway, I hear you dumped that guy too.

Geno