Dear Friend,

Dear Friend,

I have this hole in myself. Its been there for just shy of a decade. After the first few years, I didn't feel it anymore, in fact I think I may have filled it with betrayal and hurt.

Today I found the past, in a box, in a place I haven't seen in what feels like forever. It was like a dream, and when I woke it was ten years past. Where did all that time go? Why did we let it?

There is so much that has happened to me, and to you that is lost to forever. Simple instances that once would have shook the world, and today are nothing but flickers. Memories that weren't made because pride became bigger than us both.

Friend, I've spent to long being angry over the superficial, over the hear-say, over the unimportant, over too much that really never meant enough. I think the first step into not ruining the rest of time is for one of us to say we're sorry and I think I'll start.

Nights like this one, when I have so much going on, I need you. That person who never thought I could be the person I was, the person I am. I need that person who even in my not so smart, smart moments, understood exactly what I meant. I need that person who looked beyond the whispers, and became friends with the unlikely.

Friend, I am sorry for not making more of an effort. For retreating when I felt jaded. For not opening up to conversation, for pushing you away. After this long, I don't even know if you think of me anymore, but know every time I drive to the past, I think of you. I think of us. I think of the memories stored in that box.

I'm bigger than that anger, friend. I hope somewhere in your heart, your bigger than it too. I miss you. I miss a friendship that in some other time would never have happened. Too much of who I am, is because of who we were. I don't want to lose that, even a decade later.

So, friend, that hole is open, and waiting for you to come home, if its not too late.

My love, my apology,

Kristalynn