Dear X,
My mother said I could come visit you next weekend, isn't that exciting? I should warn you, I know it's been two years since we've seen each other and people normally change over that time, but I've changed a little more than you'd think. Please don't be offended when I don't eat two steaks like I used to and just barely eat a quarter of my mashed potatoes. You know I love your cooking. Also don't get too excited when you realize that my hair isn't short anymore, I'll probably want to chop it off again. At least I got rid of those dreadful bangs I had. My hair has now been dyed red twice which ultimately faded to blond so my hair also appears lighter than normal. I hope that's okay. I got my lip pierced on the bottom and my cartilage twice on the right ear.
We can still burn old pictures and put fireworks in frogs to explode them, I promise. I'll still go out and ride skateboards with you if you swear you won't push me down again. Even though you swore you wouldn't every other time, I'll laugh when I scrape up my hands and knees. Just like old times, right? That scar on my ankle that looks like a heart and Australia at the same time is still there, if you've been wondering.
I've always hated having my makeup done, but I never hesitated to say yes when you asked to do mine since your mom was opposed to all makeup in her household. You didn't want to be the person with your nails painted, but you always said you couldn't say no to me when I looked up at you and smiled.
I really miss looking up at your hazel eyes when we hugged and the smell of your jackets when I borrow them. I hope you miss me too. Please respond, it hurt when you didn't after the last two letters. I told you things I've not told a single soul.
-Casely
