Dear long past,
I'm sitting here wishing you had let me in on what I was going to deal with. Looking back at who you were then and what you said to me all the time. There is this voice in my head of everyone you ever told me with that says "One day Zach, one day."
I feel torn about weather I should be apologizing to you or try to put you out of my mind as best I can for all the times you excluded me, alienated me, gave me what I wanted then didn't give me the guts to just lean in that 6 inches, that 90% and just kiss you. All the times that I trusted you and looked up to you and you ran off and locked the door behind you leaving me with the sound of your laughing on the other side and a bite on my shoulder, a phone in my hand, and tears in my eyes as you tell me there is someone better than me.
But like I said, you gave me a lot. You made me who I am. You built towns with me and together we knocked them down. You gave me all the hugs I needed and told me what I needed to know. You did your best to teach me everything I needed to know. We may have had our fights every now and then and I always said things that I didn't mean and I ignored your advice but all in all you've been good to me. Next time just do it the same but, uh, better. And tell short past (I know the two of you must have met at some time) I said "hi" and that I'll talk to him later.
I miss you,
Zach
