I'm not actually expecting the people who these letters are for to read them. Its just so what I'm feeling is actually... well not on paper but its close enough!!
Two years. For that was the amount of time we were friends.
For most of that time, we were best friends.
Do you remember those notes in maths? We'd piss ourselves laughing over unicorns for some unknown reason that no one else found funny.
But like most things, after a while; the antics died down. The notes were more serious. But they were still funny of course!
We pretended to be trees in PE so we wouldn't have to play soccer with everyone else. Man, the funny looks we got.
Life was pretty much carefree when we were best friends. School was a place I actually wanted to be because it was fun to talk to you.
But then you said some things that I didn't like.
I said some things that I'm not proud of.
We stopped talking.
We stopped laughing.
What I'm really trying to say here is sorry.
Now I know that life isn't a movie. I know that once I write these words, things won't go back to the way they were.
I'm not expecting things to go back to the way they were.
It's not that I don't miss being friends with you- I do, I really do.
Excuse my language here but: you and I together was fucking hilarious.
But like I said- things happened.
And the whole point of this letter you'll probably never see was to just say sorry seeing as though most of it was my fault.
At least I can admit that! I know that I shouldn't have stopped being friends with you. (hey it only took me half a year).
If you see this, Jess.... give me a sign at school or something. Something to tell me that my message has been passed along.
There is no way I could tell you this in person....
And to tell you the truth- that makes me sad. I just wish that I could talk to you like I used to. That would make this an infinite times easier. I could just break out in song and we'd make up some funny dance-
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
I guess thats it. I guess life is just a bunch of friends coming and going, being nice and then bitching. I'm not sure if you'll remember this last bit.
'But that's life, you know...you just go along and then poof.'