To my friend, A.

It's going to be two years soon. Two since we've last spoken. We were friends. And yet, I still thought of you as one after all this time. You may've hated me and resented me throughout the years, 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, but I wanted to be your friend for a while longer. I had ignored my own envy and bitterness as much as I could, of the things I couldn't do. But I laughed and spoke with you all the same. Those memories, for all I've ever known, are as real as the nostalgia I've felt for every moment that we've had.

Because- emotions aside, you grew up in places where I couldn't. And I wanted to p...