Dear Jordan,
Thank you for being my first love. Thank you making me feel worth loving. Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for embracing me despite my bullshit. I was so mean to people back then. Such a sharp, unnecessary tongue. You saw the best in me, looking past my nastiness and encouraging me to spread l o v e. Thank you for making me feel beautiful. Thank you for teasing me. Thank you for calling me baby. Thank you for calling me Myjani (that’s still the best nickname I’ve ever had).
You gave me Mama Stacey. You gave me Bologna. (And I’m sorry for being such a brat in Venice. That was ridiculous.) You led me to a career that I actually kinda love. You connected me with people I’ll love and care for for the remainder of my life.
Thank you for breaking up with me. I’m only happy about that because it’s what you needed. And I guess I needed it too (and I never would have done it).
You will always be special to me. After all these years, I still think about you often. You told me you wanted to be part of my life forever. You will be. You have been even in the four years that we haven’t been in contact. You’ve influenced my life and will continue to do so.
I hate that you don’t exist in this realm anymore. It is devastating. You were an incredible human. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel differently. I hope I will feel your spirit again.
I will love you forever.
