Dear YOU,
Let’s begin with the clichéd “How’s life?” because I really do not know what’s going over there with you. It’s been a long time since we’ve last talked or communicated or whatever you call it when we interact. Anyway, I would admit blatantly that whatever that happened between us is totally my fault; although I believe what caused me to do what I did was 75% your fault. Okay. I’d stop that.
Let’s begin with the clichéd “How’s life?” because I really do not know what’s going over there with you. It’s been a long time since we’ve last talked or communicated or whatever you call it when we interact. Anyway, I would admit blatantly that whatever that happened between us is totally my fault; although I believe what caused me to do what I did was 75% your fault. Okay. I’d stop that.
So what happened when we totally cut off of all communication was … a lot. A lot happened when we stopped interacting with each other. Ups and downs, merry go rounds; and all I wanted to do was share the moments with you. I miss you absolutely, as a friend of course, my friend. Somehow sometimes you can be a shoulder to cry on or a teddy bear to hug, and other times you can be a, well, not so nice person. We only had like, what, two years where we knew each other and that one year where we actually bonded. You – the most unlikely person ever. Or maybe I was just too preoccupied with something else at the time.
Come to think of it, I was preoccupied with something else at the time. Being the stubborn me, I didn’t see how nice of a person you were; and you being you, came on too strong I guess. Ahh, the good old times. How naïve we were.
And we had two beautiful months. I had two beautiful months; I’m not sure if I could say the same for you. And that stuck ever since. But enough of that. I’d like my buddy back.
It’s impossible – the situation that we’re in – it’s impossible that it could ever happen. But it did. It does. And I wonder, every day I wonder: how did this ever happen? My question does not get answered, but I’d like to think it has not yet been answered. Or maybe there is no answer. But, I think two years is more than enough to hold back what I really meant to say when I decided to stop interacting with you – I’m sorry.
