Dear Friend,

You still live in the same house, and it's quite sad that I drive by so many times in one week. It's on the way to everywhere--work, Wal-Mart, the bank, Chick-Fil-A, the lake and that stupid fun gas station we'd always stop at after school on Thursdays--everywhere. I drove by two months ago with a new friend of mine. I told her that one of my best friends used to live in that house, your house. I told her you didn't live there anymore--but what I meant was you still live in my heart and I desperately miss you. One day, I'll have the courage to walk up and knock on your door. And we'll be friends again.

You always told me it'd be that easy. . .