a letter to my friend...
This is a letter that I wrote to a friend. It's just the start of it... the rest if kinda private...
Dear Micah,
Hi, sweetheart. How are you? It seems we can never find time to meet and seriously talk and hang out... Well... at least not as much as I would like too.
I hope you are doing well and that everything is going according to plan, which I'm sure it is.
I remember very clearly what must have been 8 years ago around this time of year actually, when a thin handsome boy confessed something very dear to him in a H.S. Library. I'm sure you remember it quite well yourself. Do you remember the letter I gave you following the library conversation? I barely remember it myself but I wrote you a letter. Of course in my horrible penmanship, I wouldn't be surprised if you were unable to read it.
I remember in the letter telling you that everything in your life at that time was temporary. That H.S. and Berne, and all that held you back would soon melt away. That Patrick, and Tyler, and all such unpleasantness would pass away. I also remember making a prediction. Something I am very happy to boast about. I remember telling you that one day you were going to leave all of us behind and move to a city, a thriving metropolis with new kinds of people, new opportunities, and over all a new beginning where the past could not catch you. And in this new place you were going to make a great way for yourself. That you would live comfortably in your newfound surroundings and more importantly share your life with a special someone. And you did! I knew, even then that you were very capable of such things.
It seems out of all my friends; you are the main one that I need have no worry for. The cream always rises to the top, cats always land on all four feet, and Michael Scott Lunn will always come out ahead.
Of course I am not writing you to just kiss your ass! I have a wee problem and I need your advice.
Rest is confidential
Dear Micah,
Hi, sweetheart. How are you? It seems we can never find time to meet and seriously talk and hang out... Well... at least not as much as I would like too.
I hope you are doing well and that everything is going according to plan, which I'm sure it is.
I remember very clearly what must have been 8 years ago around this time of year actually, when a thin handsome boy confessed something very dear to him in a H.S. Library. I'm sure you remember it quite well yourself. Do you remember the letter I gave you following the library conversation? I barely remember it myself but I wrote you a letter. Of course in my horrible penmanship, I wouldn't be surprised if you were unable to read it.
I remember in the letter telling you that everything in your life at that time was temporary. That H.S. and Berne, and all that held you back would soon melt away. That Patrick, and Tyler, and all such unpleasantness would pass away. I also remember making a prediction. Something I am very happy to boast about. I remember telling you that one day you were going to leave all of us behind and move to a city, a thriving metropolis with new kinds of people, new opportunities, and over all a new beginning where the past could not catch you. And in this new place you were going to make a great way for yourself. That you would live comfortably in your newfound surroundings and more importantly share your life with a special someone. And you did! I knew, even then that you were very capable of such things.
It seems out of all my friends; you are the main one that I need have no worry for. The cream always rises to the top, cats always land on all four feet, and Michael Scott Lunn will always come out ahead.
Of course I am not writing you to just kiss your ass! I have a wee problem and I need your advice.
Rest is confidential