I’m so genuinely sorry. To your family, but primarily to you. I am not going to act as if I am your closest friend, because clearly, well I’m not. I know you through association. Trust me, I know a basic conversation here and there in class doesn’t qualify me the right of passage to pretend as if my life has changed from your loss. Because it hasn’t. My life is still right on track. I just believe that yours should have stayed on track as well.
Your history with my friends, and the person you used to be didn’t do you justice. I’m glad you realized that you won’t get through life following the footsteps of the most degrading fuck up I have ever come across. I am glad you finally registered that you have never been the type of person that you were trying to make yourself out to be these past two years. I am sorry that for the first time you opened your eyes, you got entirelly betrayed at attempt of being the good person everyone knows you to be.
I’m so sorry that for once, your life was on the right track. I can’t say I can relate. Knock on wood that I will never have to. I can’t imagine losing someone, let alone losing my own sibling. Please don’t let this question your judgment of the kind of person you really are. Because if I have to remind you, and send this letter, I will. I may not know you well, but I can’t see you take a complete 180 in the opposite direction. Keep your head on straight, I know you are capable of doing so.
If it counts, I was so incredibly grateful to witness you laugh the other day. Keep those smiles coming, and don’t think for one second that no one considers the successful person you are capable of becoming.