Dear my friend

Dear my friend,

How have you been? Are you doing well? I’m writing to let you know that I think of you now and then. Nothing in particular, just really curious about you. It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you and even then, it feels like it was years before that that I stopped seeing you, or you stopped seeing me. We used to tell each other everything, or at least I told you everything. Well, almost everything. I guess I didn’t tell you because it pertained to you. I’ve told you about things I’ve never told anybody, no matter how ridiculous and attention-seeking it may have seemed. About things I’m even scared to write down here. I don’t hate you for not caring about it. I did at one point. I remember thinking that we were friends because my brothers were my brothers, like everyone else. I did hate you, maybe even a little bit now, for forgetting what I told you, even when I told you too. I guess I expected you to tell me otherwise.

I love you. I don’t know as a friend or anything more, but I do know that I love you. I said that you cross my mind these days, but it’s been frequent this past month. I see you in my dreams, wonder if you think of me, if you even considered me a close friend, did I have any importance in your life. Did you love me? In any way, did you love me? Because I did. First as a friend, then… then as something more, I think. I don’t know anymore. I just hope you are well, and that you are doing OK. I wish you the best in life, and pray that you will do right by you and put yourself first. I hope this letter finds you well, even though I won’t send it. I love you, kid, and I hope you go far in life. I’ll always be cheering you on. Know I’ll always be in your corner and cheering you on.

With love,

Your friend <3