Tom. Trevor. Kyle. David.
That feels so fucking good.
You see, I never expected to write a post in which I used your actual names. I envisioned a blog I’d title something vague—Letters to My Exes and Ohs, for example—and use specific memories or words I thought you’d recognize to indicate which ex I was referencing in that letter.
But then Ariana Grande came through with a song that empowered me to speak to you directly (I’ll pause for your laughter over the fact that a pop song influenced me to write today. Welcome to the mind of Kendall Fisher! Lol). And even better—this song is almost exactly the way I’ve written all those letters to you in my head time and time again.
Society has set this precedent that you’re supposed to hate your exes. But I’ve never agreed with that.
All I’ve ever wanted to say was…Thank you.
So grab a glass of wine or whiskey or tequila (you all differ in taste). Here’s a toast to you: Continue reading