Dear Ninth Grade self,
You should have told him that your world revolved around him. He deserved to know that every song sung into the hairbrush was for him. He was so funny and one of my best friends ever. When he moved away I should have kept in contact with him. I believe if he were with me his life would have turned out different. I shouldn’t have waited until 13 years later to look him up. It turns out he appeared to have a great life with a pretty wife and kid. A few months passed and he struck my curiosity again, this time things were different. I found an obituary with his name and age on it. I lied to myself and said it wasn’t him (not likely w/ that name). I know in my heart that it is him and that he died way too young. I just wish I had the chance to tell him what he meant to me so many years ago. I think he knew deep down though.
Rest in peace my old friend.