Dear B.,
We haven't spoken in seven years. When you left, I don't think that you knew how I felt about you. I don't even think that I knew how I felt about you. How I still feel about you.
When you left it was like I lost my best friend. I didn't have anyone to tell everything to anymore. Sure, we kept in touch for two years. You were literally on the other side of the world, but we still found time to text each other all day every day. It felt like you were still here. Like you were still with me.
But distance began to take it's toll on us. The replies took longer, the texts became shorter. Soon enough we stopped talking all together. You had become a distant memory in my mind, and I have no doubt that I'd become the same exact thing to you.
I still talk to your mom sometimes, she says that you miss me. I miss you more than you will probably ever know. There's a quote that I sent you one time that reads: "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was, and it's not meant to be." I'd like to think that you'll come back to me one day. I know that it's most likely foolish, but I always been a hopeless romantic.
Anyways, I hope you're well. Based on your Facebook posts and your mom's occasional updates, you look like you're happy. I hope that you get to spend your life with someone who loves you unconditionally, because you deserve it more than anyone I have ever met.
Sincerely, V.
