To my friend, A.

It's going to be two years soon. Two since we've last spoken. We were friends. But I still think of you as one after all this time. You may've hated me and resented me after all this time, but that couldn't make me care about you any less.

Because at one point in life, I've also resented you. For the things left unsaid and the things that I couldn't keep in. The wait was prolonged for too long.