Original post: http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=7281&p=192098#p192098
On this, the last day of my high school life, it has been pretty much a year since that day in the snow, and several months since I received your letter. Back then, I never even planned to write in response. I thought that letter was less making amends and more putting your feelings to rest. I’m still not sure whether or not I was right. I was a different person then. Heck, I was a different person in the hospital and a different person again before that as well. Things have changed a great deal in the time since I last saw you. So have I. Most likely, so have you.
I have a girlfriend now. We’ve been together for a long time. She’s really nice; I think you’d get along with her. In fact, it was at her insistence that I began to write this letter. It’s kind of strange, isn’t it – my girlfriend telling me to write a letter to someone who is, essentially, my ex? I think about that, sometimes. “What could have been”, you know, all that jazz. I wouldn’t change my life for the world, but that dangling “what if” eats away at me. Just getting your letter represented a turning point in my relationship with my girlfriend. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this letter. Maybe this is me, putting my feelings to rest. Closure, I guess you could call it.
That being said, I don’t want this to be goodbye. I don’t want to forget about the past. I can’t just leave it all behind and never acknowledge it again. My – our – past is something I’m going to accept and live with; not unlike my heart. No more running away and hiding. If it’d be okay with you, I want us to be friends. I believe we can have a fresh start at things. If I’m right in assuming you feel the same way, give me a call when you get the chance. I’ve enclosed my contact details in the envelope.
This letter isn’t goodbye. No, this letter is more like…