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I Hope This Letter Finds You In Good Health

Dear George,

   I hope this letter finds you in good health. I was wondering, perhaps quite a lot, if you ever thought about me. About us- what we had, and what we didn't. I get to wishing we spent more time together, whether in the past or even now. Do you remember how when we were younger, we used to play all day and laugh every hour to chase the bouts of melancholy that chased us down?

   I think I've expressed to you my dislike of your new 'friends.' Ever since you moved out of here, you've picked up dirt, tracked it up in your shoes. You left behind a town of gold, and we would always welcome you back. I know you would never consider coming back, but we miss you, okay? I miss you.

  God, we haven't seen each other in awhile, have we? Only on a tiny screen, I suppose. You'll probably say 'why didn't you just send me a text?' and truthfully, I just wanted validation you were still real. Sending a letter seems more personable, no? Maybe it's silly.

   I have nothing but well wishes for you. I surely hope everything is going well for you. I hope you are happy. I hope you are safe.

   Everything here is how you left it. Same old people, same old traditions. Nothing has really changed. I suppose you've faced that quite a lot? Change is a curious thing like that. Not like you ever really liked it here, did you? You hated the cramped town and the dirt roads, the broken movie theater and the crumbling bleachers we would sit under every night.

   What's it like out there, being known for who you know? I can relate to that, you know. I've become your friend, not quite me anymore. It must be even worse for you, George- being associated with every person you ever collaborate with. Being in the spotlight- gr, I could never. You're so very brave, aren't you?

   Don't ever forget you always know me, no matter how unknown I am. We're always friends, okay? It's never too late for you to come back to me. I'll offer you a hug and a place to stay, because you'll always know me.

   I miss the stars in your eyes, as weird as that may sound. Something about your ambition always made me feel my strongest, not so alone in this lifetime. Something about your positivity really made me feel confident too. Your presence just made everything so... doable, I suppose. Now everyday seems harder and harder to see the other side. For how bright your eyes shined, I am quite surprised I can't see them from here.

   You went from a quiet boy snooping under the bleachers to a king. You really are living the dream, huh? You made it. You did it. Are you proud of yourself? I am.

   Do you ever stop and think about me? When it was calmer, back in the day. When we didn't worry about growing up, when we didn't have to worry about making it big or supporting a family. We didn't have to worry about that, we were just kids. Just the calm before the storm.

   Above all else, I hope you're the same soul I met that night. The boy who showed me the meaning of the stars, who was able to hold a conversation about their favorite planet. Who was able to answer those philosophical questions, who was able to ask them right back.

   Who never failed to make me feel something I never had. There's something genuine about you that you never realize- it's what made you you. I simply hope you didn't trade it away to anyone, for anyone. I hope you're the same.

   You can always come back to my arms, even if you aren't, because you'll always be him to me. I would help you find yourself again.

   Do you remember prom that one night? You just wanted to skip and drive out to the middle of a forest. You made me fake an entire promposal just so your parents would buy it and let you go. They were so mad when they found out you skipped, but you took it in stride. That strength was always admirable.