you’re likely not going to read this… maybe that’s one of the reasons i was able to build up the courage to write it.

after all this time i still can’t seem to stop caring about you. sometimes, i wonder what you’re doing or if you’re happy.

i need some closure. i need you to know that i was wrong. and that i’m sorry. i was young, idealistic and foolish… and i hope you can forgive me. now i just have to work up the nerve to tell you, for real.

i miss you. i miss being your friend.