A letter to Rick Brasfield

Rick:

You may not remember me but we went to Truman together back in the day.  You were a year ahead but I knew of you and of course had a few classes with you your last year. 

I am writing because after all these years I have had occasion to remember you yet again - through Debbie Alexander.   Debbie has told me about your relationship and I told her about knowing you in school.  You may recall that Deb seems to know everyone in Indendence, we jokingly refer to her as the "Nexus".  I know, through Deb, that the two of you broke up and that your relationship was the last one she had before she met me. 

I feel in many ways that I owe you a debt of gratitude for ending that relationship; perhaps that feeling of debt is part of why I am writing this letter.  Perhaps I am also hoping that someday the two of you may meet again and rekindle your relationship.   Whether or not that ever happens, I wanted to tell you something about Deb, maybe things you already knew, suspected or never gave a thought to, or maybe you never had a chance to see deep enough to know what you gave up.  And Rick, if that's the case, man, you really missed out on something.

Deb is a fierce lover who loves completely and thoroughly