i was cleaning out the boxes on the top of the closet today. boxes that i keep but never really open, you know?
and at the bottom of the lucky brand perfume box with the shiny pink cover, was the letter that you sent to me.
it was still in the envelope. addressed to me in all capital letters. my name underlined. postmarked september 25, 1996.
inside are two letters-- one hand written on yellow lined paper and the other perfectly typed explaining how you wrote the first letter but forgot to actually send it.
i know i wasn't the only one to receive a letter from you that summer but still, that letter made me feel special. it seemed like you put a lot of effort into it, you know, like you cared.
and when i found it today, i read it, your words are just as perfect now as they were then. i think it would surprise even you, to look back and read the wise words that you wrote to me at 21. (more yoda than luke skywalker--i know you'll like that.)
not that you will ever read this. because we never stayed in touch. the last time i saw you was 12 years ago on foss hill. you were not as interested in me as i was in you.
it's not a bad thing. life happens the way that it's supposed to, right? i just think it's ironic that years later we both ended up living in the same borough and yet still remained strangers.
that's nothing new for me.
i've written about that before. how someone you know becomes someone that you knew.
i mean, if i ever had the opportunity to speak to you again i don't know what i would say. besides thank you, for sending that letter. it meant the world to me once and it still makes me smile. and i hope your life now is better than you ever thought it could be then.
may the force be with you
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