My Dear Friend,
Today was quite a busy day, honestly. I feel like I never stopped going, never stopped moving or walking or thinking. I didn’t feel that I had time to really think though, not like I think during the time I spend with you.
My best friend from home visited today, that was why I didn’t stop to say hello to you. I know, it doesn’t really make sense, but it would make sense if you knew all the back-stories, all of the past experiences I’ve had with this friend and how she has this way of making me feel like I’m a child. I am not a child, as you know, and I know this, too, but the things that this friend has done… sometimes it’s a wonder I reach out at all.
It seems silly to say, since I technically saw you today (even though I didn’t stop to talk) and that I’m going to see you tomorrow and the next day and the next day and even the day after that, it seems silly to say that I miss you. I miss talking with you, I miss being mostly surprised every time you walk up to my side and ask me what’s up. It seems silly to admit that sometimes I forget that we’re just friends and I have to pull myself back a few feet.
Like I said, today was really busy. However, just now, as I finally sat down in silence to maybe get some sleep before my biology test tomorrow, there was this moment of silence. In that moment of silence, I could hear something amazing. Frogs. I could hear frogs, croaking outside along the banks of the river, and it seemed like at that moment the entire world stopped to listen because every single one of my noisy college peers outside fell silent, too. The only thing I could hear was frogs.
I don’t know why this matters, why I wanted to tell you so badly, but I think it might have to do with the fact that I kind of want the same thing from you. I want you to just stop for a moment, and listen. Listen to me, I mean really listen to me. Listen to yourself, to what your thoughts are saying and what your heart is saying. I think I can already hear what your heart is saying.
The sound of those frogs croaking made me sad, too. It made me realize that I’m only here for two more months and then it’ll be summer again and I’ll leave, and after that you’re supposed to be gone. I’ll still be here, or at least I’ll come back. Here’s my question, dear friend: Are you coming back?
Listen to your heart, for I think it might help with a lot of what you’re going through. The heart usually knows what’s right and that’s why it hurts so badly when things go wrong.