Dear *****,
It's been a while. Years actually. Every time I drive through your town though, I think of you and wonder where you are and what you're up to.
In a sea of bad ideas and worse people, you were good. You were always good. Good to me, good to be around, good to follow. You were always good.
Some of my favorite memories have your name written all over them and my best years are the ones where we were close. I'm not quite sure what happened to us. College I guess. It has a tendency to expand your world so wide that you lose touch with people, even the ones you love.
When my world fell apart, you were there for me and I probably never thanked you for that. I've always been bad at saying thank you when someone's seen me vulnerable and stayed.
I remember sitting across from you on the beach and watching you text someone and I had this moment where I was acutely aware that you were in my life and I was happy. It still makes me smile. I still laugh about temporary tattoos of pop stars and hats that look suspiciously like UFOs.
I used to write you notes all the time, I'm sure it was annoying but it helped me feel like you were still there even when you weren't. I kept the note you wrote back after I begged you and begged you to write me one. I taped it in a scrapbook and I hope I always remember when you gave it to me via someone else because I was overjoyed.
Remember when I was so distracted by blue eyes across the yard, that I walked into a glass door? You never let me live it down. I swear sometimes I can still remember how you laugh, the way it sounds like a surprise to you every single time. That sound is getting harder to remember though. I guess that's what time does. It blurs the lines and changes the sounds.
I miss you. I guess all I'm trying to say is that I miss you. I miss you and I miss us and I can't tell you how grateful I am to have known you. Who knows, maybe one day the stars will align and our paths will cross again. I look forward to that day, even if it never comes.
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