A Letter To JH

Hello, you.


I have no idea if you will ever see this.
I dont know if you're still around- locally or at all. Your cell's changed, I don't know if you check the email address I have, and I have no wish to go to South Sac. I won't track you down.
I won't bother because I can say my piece, my peace, here.

You were a good friend, my best here. Perhaps I didn't always treat you how you should have been treated- in fact, I know so. Sometimes I pushed too hard to be as much a part of your life as you were of mine. Sometimes I mis-read the affection we shared- I think that was easy for both of us to do. Sometimes I was too me for you to handle.
For this, I am sorry.

Despite how things ended, all the times they ended, you will be remembered fondly- when you are remembered. You're a good person, a proud woman, a fighter with a fierce intellect, the only woman I've ever known to make me nervous, and a spark in my timeline. Even you, with all your you-ness, know that much.

But sometimes, just sometimes, it's good to hear so.




I wish you true happiness, and that you finally discover what a wonderful person you are. As odd as this sounds- you were always an inspiration to me.
I miss your friendship.

Goodbye, you.