Hello, hello there.
What happened? Just last month, literally last month, you and I hung out all the time. Mini-adventures, you called them. We watched movies and got food and went out with friends and had a great time. Where did it go? I haven’t talked to you in three weeks and it’s killing me. I try not to think about it, let it roll off my back, but we were BEST friends. Not just friendly people who say “hi” to be polite, no, but the very BEST of FRIENDS. You named the single black goldfish in my pond and it stayed. My parents ask how Armando is. Remember when you tickled me so hard I wanted to throw up? I loved that. Remember when we told each other “I love you”? But only in a friend way. Remember when we talked about our parents and how we both just want to be accepted? We were so similar, so now, I feel like a part of me is gone. The part of me that was you. You have so much life and heart and joy and I loved being around that and I miss you. What happened to my best friend, the guy who I could tell anything to and he’d make it all better? I’d really like him back, even just for a little bit. He’s one of the best things I have and I’d hate to completely lose him.