YOURS SINCERELY • newtmas au

034 | Newt

Dearest Tommy,

I admit, you hurt me real bad in that last letter of yours. I'm used to being called names in school, but I don't know, hearing them--seeing them written on paper...it all seemed so bloody messed up, so real, that I couldn't help but feel a bit angry, a bit sad, especially since these were words coming from someone I trusted. A stranger I trusted.

Stranger. It's such a lost word, don't you think? Like, when we see the word in our heads, branded on someone's face, it feels as if we don't have nothing to do with that person. Like we shouldn't bloody care for them. When someone's a stranger, it gives us an excuse to not give a fuck about them. Oh, I see him everyday, I know he's got problems, but he's a stranger, so don't give a bloody damn.

I don't like the word stranger, because it's such a harsh word to describe someone who shares something, even just a tiny, little thing, with you. The stranger you see at the lockers. The stranger who rides the same bus as you. The stranger who lives right next to you. The stranger who's on national tv because he killed himself. We all share something. I believe that no one's a stranger, because we're all connected. Somehow.

I don't think we're strangers, Tommy. I don't want to call you a stranger, because you and I have shared a lot of things, and we have a lot more in common than we thought. Can you see us, standing on two opposite sides of the same spectrum? Standing on two opposite sides of the same window? We're interwoven, Tommy, a lot stonger than you think. And I don't know, my head's still pretty messed up while I write this letter, so it's not making any sense, but..
but...

...I'll just call you up later. I don't know what to say yet. But I do want you to know that I sort of forgive you. I don't think I'll forget what you did, but I feel as if I understand you a bit better now. I know you're not a selfish, snobbish, assoholic private school bastard. You're just a misunderstood boy with problems. And as another misunderstood boy with problems, I can say that I want to understand you a bit more, so that I could understand myself.

Please keep your phone on.

Yours sincerely,
Newt

PS. It's your choice if you want to stop writing to me. But personally, Tommy...I don't want to stop writing to you. I hope you feel the same way. Somehow.