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...

To my friend, R.

The last time we spoke was a few weeks ago. We conversed and theorized over the episodes of Hazbin Hotel Season 2. At the time, this was the only moment where I'd ever gotten to hear from you, and I was enthusiastic to savor as much of the present that I could able around your presence.

You and I, we used to talk a lot. But over time, the time has really kept us apart and we've found other priorities in our lives to be occupied over. The year's almost over. Another year is just around the bend. Sometimes I wonder how things may have changed if I just tried reaching out again. That maybe I should've been the one that needed to put in enough effort if everyone else is moving on.

And at some point, I've felt so bitter and wondered if it was possibly better for me to cut you off and myself free from my...