Hey girl, I miss you. It’s been a while since we talked — not just talked to each other, but really talked like we used to. Strange, how our worlds seem to be parallel yet completely separate.

I saw him the other day. No, not the one I avoid looking at and talking to, the one that I introduced you to. He seems well, rather shaggy and a little chubbier than he used to be, but well nevertheless.

That’s not what I’m writing to you for, though. I’m writing to you because I miss you, and I miss your sarcastic, cynical and sweetly disturbing words of wisdom.

Ever since I realized there was something terribly wrong with me psychologically I haven’t been the same. I haven’t been able to write the way that I used to… I guess the illusion that I could control anything [including fictional characters] has completely disappeared for me. I wish I could talk to you again — you always encouraged me in just the right way.

I guess things are different now, with you, with us, with our lives… It’s ok, though. I still love you.