Bleh
Dear You,
Before today it had been a very long time since I last thought about you...but learning what I did about you today utterly shook me despite the fact that not only were we not ever friends but despite my junior high memories being fuzzy af I do still remember you bullying the shit out of me (which, even all these years later still makes me grumpy). But while we were never friends (obviously) and I have zero desire to ever try to be friends with you even nearly a quarter of a century later (fuck, we're getting old), it still pains me that we have something so incredibly awful in common. Neither of us should have had to have dealt with the respective awful people in positions of trust that did what they did to us. While I have zero desire for our paths to ever again cross, I hope that wherever you are that you're doing alright despite all that.
Dear You,
I had no fucking idea you died eight years ago before today. It almost makes me feel guilty for having your emails in a sub-folder labeled the way it is on account of that unsolicited photo you sent me back in 2013 (seriously, dude, wtf were you thinking?!?)...almost because while I don't necessarily think you were a bad person for it, it was still gross behavior, especially considering you sent that after I told you I was getting ready to take the next step with someone. Wherever your spirit is now, I hope it's at peace. Also, just a little protip for the next life: if you're going to insist on sending an unsoliticted photo...at least try to make it look good (and clean the damn mirror if you're using a mirror, geeze!!!).