Dear Postman, don't lose this one

Dear Partner in Crime,

It's been a while since we've waited for closing time I know. I also know that, for the most part, I'll be the one waiting now. For how long, I don't know. My kickstand of a leg is getting sore now. Used to, I didn't mind. After all, it was just us, the cold and the brick wall behind us. But you don't have to wait anymore, and I'm glad. I really am. Capturing what you've always wanted, achieving your goal, it's what we all want. I'm glad you haven't changed either. You're still fun loving and all this fame hasn't gone to your head. Me, on the other hand, am losing it.

I can't think straight. It's when your mom tells you to wait a couple of minutes for the cookies to cool down and you want one, oh so bad, but you can't have one. Except I don't know when the time's up. It's pissing me off.

The way I'm left out of the master plan. The way I don't know where everything is. It's my own fault really. I didn't get the memo last time. Little did I know that there is no plan. You've let go of the future, I should too.

Maybe I'm happy doing what I'm doing. Robbing houses can be fun. Lately, though, I've been robbing my own house. I'm too busy to leave and get out there. I'm too busy listening to stories about what's going on. I'm too busy waiting for those cookies to cool down. It's okay though. You're still my partner in crime.

No one else is waiting right now.

You're still setting it up, I understand. Houses in Malibu don't exactly build themselves, I understand. Satisfaction doesn't come everyday, I understand.

I want my own house now though. I want my own sense of satisfaction. I'm tired of chasing coattails. I'm tired of waiting for the owner to close up and drawing up schemes. Blueprints. Ideas. Distractions. Decoys. I'm tired of it seeming so easy but then having it fail on me.
I am.

I'm sending myself into a spiraling confession, a shadowing depression. One that only I can climb out of. Your world is how you make it, so make it good.

I'm happy for you. I love you, man.
Be happy with your jewel. Your diamond. Your crowning moment.

Meanwhile, I'll wait for the cookies to cool down. Hopefully they'll be as sweet and delightful as I imagined them.

Remember, don't give up. I won't if you won't.

- The guy on the corner

P.S. Digging the haircut.