FreeRobotSex, I'm sorry we've grown so distant. When you moved away because your dad got that job in Lansing... well, I figured we'd always be friends. Lord knows I tried. I mailed you letters as often as I could, but as time went on and I sent more and more letters without a response... It just got harder and harder to write each time. Knowing that I was here, that I WAS trying to maintain some sort of connection and I wasn't getting any response. That was hard. Did you stop caring? Did you always want a reason to leave me behind? It tore me up trying to figure out why you weren't writing back. I'm sorry for the things I wrote in the final letter. Maybe I didn't think you'd read that one either. I know some of the things I wrote probably cut, but I'm here... I'm here NOW writing to make amends and try to re-establish some sort of bond. I'm reaching out. Can you reach back? I hope you can find it in yourself to do so. Because at the end of the day, no matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, all that really matters is your connection to other humans; your relationships are what defines you as a person. Can you make that leap? Can you still form connections?
Because you still owe me $5 dollars, asshole.