Sometimes, I really wish we hadn’t drifted apart. You were my best friend in high school. We even had a crush on the same guy, but it never got awkward. Maybe because neither of us could have him.
I was heartbroken when you moved away. But even when you came back, we picked up right where we left off. Then college happened, and we were apart again. And now you have your husband and your kids and your life in NYC… and I’m just… here.
Maybe things would be different if I wasn’t embarrassed at how my life has turned out. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been afraid to contact you over the years. In my heart, I know you would never judge me, but I couldn’t get past my fears. I’m a failure, and I just couldn’t bear you knowing that… so I hid. I still hide.
I’ve lost touch with a lot of people over the years, but you’re one of the ones I miss the most.
p.s. — Whenever I hear ‘Losing My Religion’ I remember that time we went to the Cape and drove around in the dark singing that song. And then we went to the beach and saw a million stars. Can’t see stars like that in the city. We had such fun back then…