Dear Dré,

Do I know you, do you know me? Not personally, so as far as I'm concerned, you can stop reading now because I can imagine that you get completely crazy from all those people who have an ‘opinion’ about you. They don't draw full crowds, but you do.

But I just can't help it. It's my job. You sing, I write. And my previous letter to you was quite nice, so I thought: I'll go for an encore. And today I'm doing that for you. Because boy, what intense weeks you have had. Hoteldebotel in the Bridget bubble until the Curacao snap.

That is the ultimate relationship test, going on vacation together. If your ex and your son are within hopping distance of your beach house, I can imagine how hard it is to resist their call. It's just that the phrase ‘a man only knows what he misses when she's not there’ has already been written, otherwise I'm sure you would have done that.

So there you went. Right into Monique's arms. That must have been intense for you, because you had a great time with Bridget too and you don't seem like the kind of person who wants to hurt someone unnecessarily. Now Bridget is a tough girl, she can handle herself. A lot is said about Monique's resilience, but I understand her too. She’s older and wiser. She knows you, knew that you needed this and probably also knew how this story would end. With a happy ending. At least for her. And for your son, because that's what you want.

So what is the reason for this piece, you might be wondering. Well, I can follow a lot and happily go along with your amorous movements, but I do have a small, petite question. Why, dear Dré, why put everything out there on Instagram?

It feels a bit like you were at the VVD members' council meeting last week and today you're sitting in the front row at Jesse Klaver's plea for solidarity.

I understand that for you it's a process that has been on your mind for a while, but for us it's a bit... Well, let me put it this way: you're going full throttle on your love path.

So maybe you should let us followers recover a bit from all the activities. And I understand that after a night of performing you want to cuddle with Monique, but you don't necessarily have to put that on Instagram as far as I'm concerned. Because I find it a bit private, because I find it quite painful for Bridget and well, just because some things might be more beautiful if they stay between two people.

Write it on a card. Or better yet: a letter.

If there's anyone I don't have to explain the power of a letter to, it's you.

All the best for you,

May