I’m pretty sure we both have someone we wish could forgive us. I’ve made some pretty dumb moves being a youngun. My awkwardness has been difficult to hide that it’s cornered my personality into being one who is laid-back and ordinary. The reason I’m writing to you, my childhood friend, is because you are the first officially memory of how my nature of awkwardness and denial may have hurt someone. 

It was 7th grade. You were my first date ever. We went to my first concert. I knew you really wanted to go and go with me, but I tried to hide any excitement. In fact, I pretty much ignored you while watching the concert. You were probably wandering what was wrong with me at the time. We had been friends for so long, yet a switch in me turned off. This also started a bitter end to our friendship. Every time I’d see you at birthday parties and hangouts there on after, there was always someone getting hurt. During high school years, every time we’d pass by each other would result in a simple “hi.” Nothing more. 

What sucks is you’re gorgeous now. Maybe you should appreciate the good karma that spread upon you because of this, and I’m paying the price for it. Okay maybe I’m not being so serious. But look at you!

MJD