Dear Anonymous: One

I want to post a new blog, but I'm still working on a poem right now... I guess. Ish. Whatever. Anyways, I used to have a blog on a very outdated social networking site (we won't mention any names, but it rhymes with "thy face") and I wrote a series of letters. I didn't include who they were to, that would be too... logical. Instead, I just wrote away and sometimes they actually pertained to the people who read what I wrote. Sometimes it didn't. Sometimes they were even to myself (don't judge). It doesn't matter, that's irrelevant. Sometimes you just have to put down some words.

To whom it may concern,

I appreciate you more than you'll ever know. I miss you very, very much. I wish you lived closer by. It's weird thinking back to middle school; that time period feels like a fairy tale anymore... Like none of that really happened, but it's a nice story to tell; it feels surreal. Sometimes I wish it was just some nice story to tell to convince kids not to make bad choices or to appeal to them if they need someone to talk to. Ya know, "I can relate, I've been there, I'm here for you". But nah, middle school was a ridiculous handful of years that overwhelmed everyone, I think. Thank you so much for being there for me through all that. Middle school's weird, people get all drama-obsessed and a reality beyond crayons kind of sinks in (slowly or quickly, depending on the person's circumstances, apparently). It's so crazy to think back on how dramatic everyone was about everything. Dating and gossip and all that; I never really got into that, and I think it's calmed down in high school, but then again I've never been very involved in all of that. Like I said back then, I had enough "real drama" outside of school to occupy my thoughts, I didn't need to make some at school in addition. I always laughed with that comment, but it was true. You were so real with me. You always listened and all that, but you also spoke up when I needed a reality check, or when I was just being stupid (I'm sorry I screwed up the kool-aid, and I still think you were way to entertained by my dad hitting me in the face with a snow ball). I wonder if our phone bills were ever super high? Granted we talked on house phones and we lived in the same area so it's not like long distance was an issue. I wish long distance wasn't an issue now. It doesn't matter how often we talk or see each other, it's like nothing has changed when we do eventually get the opportunity to hang out. You're so funny. Why are you insecure? I know everyone is to a certain extent but come on, you've always had a line-up of ladies behind you waiting for a chance to catch your eye, and you've still always been so unsure of yourself. You're a charming, intelligent, entertaining individual, my friend, and I think you should definitely give yourself more credit. Once again, thank you for being so patient and straight up. It's excessive how many inside jokes we have. Remember when we wrote them all down? We... created a lot of lists (hinting towards another insider, ya know, "The List").

Sincerely,
Me.