If I were to send a postcard to PostSecret, here are some of the things it could say:




I'm sorry for what happened.  But I'd do it again.


Based on his patterns, you will move forward - and disband before you get where you want to go.


If she weren't in the picture, you'd probably have let go by now.  If you could let go, there's a better chance that I could. 


It hurts me that you're friends with them.  It's irrational and unreasonable, and I'd never ask you to change it in a million years - especially now, when you need friends more than anyone else I know.  But none of that changes the fact that I feel betrayed.


You always taught me not to cry.  Now it feels like the only reason I do is 'cause I miss you.


That post was about you.





I'm not likely to ever get up the drive and energy and time to put together one of those postcards, but if you ever glance at the site and see one of these there, it may have come from me.

Notice, by the way, that I'm continuing with my trend: this post isn't locked.  It could be about you, it could be about someone else.  Don't assume.