Four years later
Dear You,
To anyone watching as we crossed paths today, we would have looked like strangers. And I suppose that’s what we are. I know as much about your life today as you know about mine, which is nothing. Which is kind of sad. Flashback to high school and you were my best friend. I was closer to you than anyone else. In that moment, I even believed myself to be in love with you. I know things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to. But I never imagined that you’d hate me. That for a while, you would turn in the other direction if we managed to come across each other. I wish that weren’t so. I wish that had I had the nerve to say “hi” to you today, you would have said “hi” back. Because even if you still hate me, or if you don’t even care about it anymore, we were friends once. And that, at least, deserves a “hi.”
