Are you getting the feeling that I am just not that in to you anymore?  Like a so-so boyfriend who just stops calling, until you run in to him at a frat party to find that he is there with a girl, and when you get his roommate to take you up to his room to spy on him, there are another girl's clothes on his bed?  Ouch.

I admit, I have been a little distracted.  There is the really demanding relationship I am in, called WORK.  And man, it wears me out.  I am ignoring the rest of my friends and family, and even though I think I am not really eating I seem to be gaining weight.  For a bony chick, I have an awful lot of pants that are indecent to wear to town.  They just don't make that fabric the way they used to.

See?  I just got distracted in that PARAGRAPH.  

I still think of you often, I do.  I will always care for you.  I will get tired of this relationship, eventually, and I hope you are still there for me when it all goes bad. 

Love,

Mostly