To: Another Ex Boyfriend, again

To: Another Ex Boyfriend, again,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.

Do you remember the first time that we had sex? You were the first boy that I ever had sex with, and I thought that maybe you'd be the only one (I guess everyone thinks that). It was cold for autumn, but we travelled the streets of our local town causing havoc and being hoodlums. We took refuge from the night's fierce grip in the an old attic. We made a fire out of what we could find, and after eating a dinner of sandwiches and sodas from the convenient store down the road, we tried to get some rest. I don't know what led us there, but I'm glad that something did. I laid on the cold, hard wooden planks that were the floorboards, your arm wrapped around me. We started making out. God, please take me back to the days where making out with a boy was the most concerning thing.. Anyway, we started making out and you asked me if I wanted to. I didn't think twice about it. I loved you and you loved me. So we had sex. You used a condom (thank you), but it broke (s**t happens), and I've never met a more responsible boy than you because I remember all the trouble you went through to get me the morning after pill. Thank you.