To Whom it May Concern:
Hello, and I hope you are having a very, very good day, because it’s about to go downhill and I’m afraid I will be the cause of it. You see, I have an account on your website.
No, no, no, nothing’s wrong with the site. You’re doing everything right, let me tell you. I’ve tried other websites that have attempted to do what you do, if it even could be called that, and they couldn’t hold a candle. I don’t know what their problem was, you know?
I mean, everyone’s human, right? You make mistakes just like the rest of us. We all make mistakes. Other websites make mistakes. I make mistakes. In fact, that’s the reason I’m writing to you today. I made a huge mistake and I’m afraid that the harm I’ve done may not be able to be undone.
Well, so, I’ve thought about it in my head for a while, what I’d say, how you’d respond, what my counter-proposal might be. Amicable terms for a settlement, and so on.
Oh, no, no, no, really, I don’t think it’s that bad, but my mind went there. That’s all I was trying to say. Again, mea culpa. In fact, I hesitated even to mention it to you, like, hours of hesitation because I feel so stupid. But, there you go. Alright. So, the thing is:
I forgot my password.
I’m so, so, so, very sorry. See, I told you this was going to bring you to the edge. And now I feel like such an idiot. You gave me a password, or at least, you had me create one, I wrote it down and had every intention of storing it away in my desk drawer with all the others. It was a pretty good one, too. None of that “password1234″ business that I used to use all the time. Because really, where do people get these ideas for passwords? It takes me all day. I would go so far as to call it deliberation, for my part.
But that’s not the point. The point is, you trusted me with that password. I submitted it to you, you kept it hidden, secret, and safe, like the keys to my heart, and what did I do? I threw it away like yesterday’s newspaper. What pure rubbish I am! Definitely not worthy to use your website.
I know you probably have some way to restore my password or send me a new one. I’m pretty sure I saw a link somewhere but I feel like such utter filth that I could not bring myself to click it. Such a worm. First class worm.
I would rather we go our separate ways–let me finish–and you forget about me. No. You deserve better. You’ll find a better, more suitable user, I’m sure. Someone who just gets it. The internet, I mean. You’ve always been the smart one.
Please, no, I beg you. If this were to go on, I would be haunted by the memory of this indecency forever, and your leniency and mercy would be like daggers through my soul. Our union was kindled once in that fiery embrace when I submitted fully to you with my username, password, and zip code (with 4-digit extension) that cold, cold, February day. Let us remember that day.
Do not weep. Just remember.