You take my breath away when I see you. You were so sick, and now you look newly happy and at peace. I missed that smile, the one that I trust. Thank you for your counseling and your kindness.
I’m sorry.
I still don’t understand why you hate me, but I’ve learned to accept it and to move on. Your hatred is a part of me now. It’s part of the proteins that make up my skin. It glows in me and makes me stronger. When I look at my eyes in the mirror I see new depths, of sadness and of wisdom.
I’ve always admired you, you crazy, scary, uplifting, beautiful mess. I wish we could have hung out more this year. I wish I was better at metabolizing alcohol. I wish a lot of things.
I’m just really glad I don’t have to deal with you anymore.
We could have been best friends if you’d given me the chance. I tried, I did. I gave you everything I had. But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. So I release you, and I wish you all the happiness in the world, you beautiful, beautiful person.
I’m so proud of you. I know you don’t remember me – I was just your dull, quiet lab partner, just for one semester. But I’ve heard about what you’ve done since, and I am really proud of you. You’re destined for a stellar future – even if you weren’t always the nicest to me.
I wish I knew who you were so I could give you a hug.
You were right about college. Right about love, and right about everything. Sometimes I picture you in a gleaming office building in California. Sometimes I picture you the way I remember you, the fluorescent lights casting a halo on your perfect hair. Either way, I’ve never stopped thinking about you, even though I only knew you for ten days, five years ago.
It will be okay. It will absolutely, completely, perfectly be okay. I promise.
