Dear Family and Friends,

You wonder if I will ever stop writing about you, whether I will stop digging up your past, exposing your present, and pondering your future. You think one day you will ask me to stop. You know you won’t. I wonder if one day I will stop revealing details of this life. I know I won’t either.

I will admire your success, and I will compliment you on it. But I will also see your failure, and call you on it. I’ll be hard on you. If it’s any consolation, I’ll be harder on me. But even in those moments when I’m exposing your weaknesses to the entire world, I want nothing more than to share my story. Our story.

When you say something funny, I’ll wait for you to leave the room so that I can jot it down quickly on any scrap of paper that I can find. When you will have long forgotten words you muttered, I will go over them on a lonely day, and let them bring me solace.

I will wonder what it’s like to be you. I will wonder if you understand what it’s like to be me.

Even when I’m writing about you, especially when I’m writing about you, I feel connected to you. I picture your face as you read the words. I do wonder if you will hate me, or feel hurt and ashamed.

And I realize that though you may feel several of those things, you’ll forgive me. That even as I expose your weaknesses in front of people you don’t know and embarrass you in front of people you do, you still love me.

I love you, too.

The Writer Who Tries But Can’t Help Herself,
- Mridu

P.S. If the love part is no longer applicable, you can talk to my lawyer.