Dear Mr. B,
Twenty-five years later and I still think of you.
You should never have accepted that wallet. Then again I should never have given it to you. I had such a big crush on you, and I felt so special when you showed it to everyone and winked at me.
The last time I saw you, I passed you in the hall and ignored you. I apologize. I still think of that with shame and embarrassment. It felt awkward to be back in that building and I didn’t know how to act. I still regret it to this day.
I can’t find you on FB or anywhere else online; I only know that you retired awhile ago. I hope you’re doing well and that you’re happy and that you don’t think badly of me.
I am sorry. You’re still my favourite.