last name -- or really, any other inanimate object, for that matter. It makes the whole reciprocity thing a bit hard when said objects can't exactly write back or answer you. But nonetheless, I suppose this is really what this is.
A love letter.
We go back a long way, don't we? It would be an understatement to say that we have a bit of history together, don't you think? You've made a heck of a lot of appearances in my life over the years, starting at the very beginning when you made your mark on my birth certificate. Oh, little did we know about the magnitude of our journey ahead. As the years rolled on, you showed up on hospital forms, school report cards, birthday cards, magazine subscriptions, medicine bottles, special packages in the mail and various awards.
But my favorite appearances? Well, I couldn't have been happier when I saw you on my first byline as a newspaper reporter. Then, a few years later, you graced my college diploma -- something I'd worked extremely hard for and was so proud when the day finally arrived.
You were there. Through it all. The good and the bad, the simple and confusing, the fun times and the not-so-fun times.
And, maybe most importantly, you link me to my past, to my father, which can sometimes feel like an entire lifetime ago. Every time I see you, every time I write you down, I think of my father. You help me keep him alive in my soul, and it makes me feel like I'm carrying a part of him with me wherever I go. It's a pretty comforting feeling, actually.
The more I think about it, the more I realize something: We just gel, plain and simple. You and I, we're like peanut butter and jelly, like Oreo's and the rich creamy center, like that purple Teletubby and his fashionable purse. I can't hide that fact. Not really, anyway. You fit my personality perfectly -- you're simple, short and to the point. There's something pretty darn comforting in that, too.
So, no, I don't want to change my last name when I meet Mr. Melissa Blake one day. I don't. I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet. It's as simple as that, 'Blake,' so it looks like you're just stuck with me for awhile longer... xoxo