Hey,
You're not going to find this in your letterbox or in your Hotmail inbox. Maybe you won't find it ever and I'm being an idiot hoping you'll stumble onto this one day. But I write this in an attempt for the world to understand that I'm sorry for my involvement in what was said and done about a year ago.
It's a bit pointless doing this, really. It's like when Kevin Rudd apologised to the Stolen Generations in 2008; the concept was sentimental, but their responses were varied. And your potential response to this might be something involving the words "****" and "off". But I'll go out on a limb and say that it's OK how you respond to this (if ever), because any response from you (albeit non-physical or un-diplomatic) would let me know I'm not entirely dead to you.
Because as much as I have attempted to put the past behind me and move on with my life, something keeps reminding me of all the good past memories; and she has your crazy hair and chocolate-y eyes.
After the time we last spoke, I'll admit the thought of ever seeing you again was enough to make me look under the bed at night; ensuring you and a knife weren't there waiting for me to sleep. It scared me. But common sense eventually assured me that you weren't homicidal. I soon decided that if one day, we ever saw each other, we'd carry on as if the other didn't exist.
Or you'd leap on top of me and strangle me to death. Either way, it'd bring about an influx of bittersweet memories.
So with this; I'm sorry for leaving you behind. In all honesty, I thought that after all the drama, it was the best thing to do. And then when I had any desire to change my mind, I had no idea of what I'd say or do when you picked up the phone/read your emails/saw me. And in any case, it was too late to change things. Mutual awkwardness or World War III were the most likely outcomes, and it would be folly to complicate things further.
Besides, knowing you, you've moved on from me anyway and found a new best friend. You've probably begun paving your way towards your ambitions, and well done to you if that's the case. I wouldn't know; no news has come about. But I assume you haven't died, so that's all good.
I'm not dead either, in case you ever wondered. 11 months later and all is marvellous. You haven't been replaced; because you're the irreplaceable type of girl. But I've got someone awesome for a new favourite best friend, and she's not perfect. She has an odd laugh and we'll never see eye to eye in terms of music. But she's interesting, hilarious, kind, intelligent, beautiful and virtuous in ways that are unique and what I believe to make her such an important person in my life; they are not bars which you failed to raise. You never failed me as a friend, ever, but it was time and distance that eventually drew what we believed to be infinite to an end.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.
I'm ripping off Green Day, but it's sad that it's true. The memories I have of you are predominantly fond, and I hope that perhaps even now, the feeling is still mutual.
All the very best for whatever you do in life....
Warm regards; me.
You're not going to find this in your letterbox or in your Hotmail inbox. Maybe you won't find it ever and I'm being an idiot hoping you'll stumble onto this one day. But I write this in an attempt for the world to understand that I'm sorry for my involvement in what was said and done about a year ago.
It's a bit pointless doing this, really. It's like when Kevin Rudd apologised to the Stolen Generations in 2008; the concept was sentimental, but their responses were varied. And your potential response to this might be something involving the words "****" and "off". But I'll go out on a limb and say that it's OK how you respond to this (if ever), because any response from you (albeit non-physical or un-diplomatic) would let me know I'm not entirely dead to you.
Because as much as I have attempted to put the past behind me and move on with my life, something keeps reminding me of all the good past memories; and she has your crazy hair and chocolate-y eyes.
After the time we last spoke, I'll admit the thought of ever seeing you again was enough to make me look under the bed at night; ensuring you and a knife weren't there waiting for me to sleep. It scared me. But common sense eventually assured me that you weren't homicidal. I soon decided that if one day, we ever saw each other, we'd carry on as if the other didn't exist.
Or you'd leap on top of me and strangle me to death. Either way, it'd bring about an influx of bittersweet memories.
So with this; I'm sorry for leaving you behind. In all honesty, I thought that after all the drama, it was the best thing to do. And then when I had any desire to change my mind, I had no idea of what I'd say or do when you picked up the phone/read your emails/saw me. And in any case, it was too late to change things. Mutual awkwardness or World War III were the most likely outcomes, and it would be folly to complicate things further.
Besides, knowing you, you've moved on from me anyway and found a new best friend. You've probably begun paving your way towards your ambitions, and well done to you if that's the case. I wouldn't know; no news has come about. But I assume you haven't died, so that's all good.
I'm not dead either, in case you ever wondered. 11 months later and all is marvellous. You haven't been replaced; because you're the irreplaceable type of girl. But I've got someone awesome for a new favourite best friend, and she's not perfect. She has an odd laugh and we'll never see eye to eye in terms of music. But she's interesting, hilarious, kind, intelligent, beautiful and virtuous in ways that are unique and what I believe to make her such an important person in my life; they are not bars which you failed to raise. You never failed me as a friend, ever, but it was time and distance that eventually drew what we believed to be infinite to an end.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right. I hope you had the time of your life.
I'm ripping off Green Day, but it's sad that it's true. The memories I have of you are predominantly fond, and I hope that perhaps even now, the feeling is still mutual.
All the very best for whatever you do in life....
Warm regards; me.












