Dear Jillian Harris,
Can you believe it’s been three years since we first met? A lot has changed since then. You got engaged. You broke up. You left me and moved back to Canada without saying goodbye.
That could have been the end of us. You were working with lumberjacks, I had new, younger bachelorettes looking for love (fame) vying for my attention.
Still, through it all, you remained you: fashionable, funny, quirky.
So I want to thank you. For always having a sense of humor. For carrying yourself with dignity in the face of adversity.
And most of all, for not going on Bachelor Pad, so I didn’t have to turn on you like the two-faced cyberbully who wishes the Hunger Games was a real thing for reality TV competitions.