2008-06-24 - 6:56 p.m.

Dear Friend (if I may),

I used to wonder how you had dug yourself into such a useless hole. Claiming that you didn't know how to love and that you had built your walls too high to start now. I used to think it was you being a goddamn motherfucking pussy.

I want you to know that I'm there, too. I know what you meant by caring and not caring all at the same time.

I know it's not from fear, friend, and I'm sorry I underestimated you. It seems more to me that I know everything I always dreamed of knowing and now I see the root of those desires. How they can spread and be deadly as weeds, yet lie in such shallow soil and barely stand up to swift winds.

I'm not angry with you anymore.

R