Seven Years Later
Tanya…
Hey sexy. I hope this letter finds you well. You were probably shocked to see an actual, handwritten letter in your mailbox during this day and age, but you know how I hate electronics. And I still don’t have an email address. Or a smartphone. I’m practically Amish, I know, but I like life simpler than it seems to be for others. I have little time for the drama those devices seem to bring.
Despite being technologically retarded, I’ve been keeping tabs on you. I was amused at your participation in the Phi Beta Pie fundraisers, especially considering how uptight and prude you used to be. Apparently, Antonio was/is a good thing for you. That you two are still together tells me I made the right decision in giving him to you. You deserved him far more than I, and he
