An old friend

Dear old friend:

I'm writing this letter to tell you how I feel. Do you know how long it's been since I last saw you? Over a year. Almost two years actually. When was the last time I talked to you? Too long ago. You don't even know where I am...

I moved to America a month or so after we lost touch. I live in a small city in Maine, and it's quite quaint here. Not much happens and I work in the city. Im still solving murders and crimes like I did back home.

Home. That sounds so weird to me now. To call London my home just seems so odd. London isn't my home anymore. It just isn't. I feel like I've lived in America for my whole life, but it really hasn't been long.

There I go getting sidetracked again. That's a skill I got from you, you know. But I feel like I hardly know you anymore. It's been almost two years, what have I done to our relationship?

I'm sorry I left you, I really am. I made that choice on my own. And yes, somedays I regret it but on others I feel like it was the best choice I could have ever made. But I doubt you'd understand how I feel...

I guess now's as good a time as any to ask; how's mum? Is she alright? And what about you, are you safe? And the others? How is everyone, I need to know. What's happening over there, you'll tell me right?

I guess I should tell you what im going through now. I've decided it was time to write because a lot has happened to me here. I found a girl, can you believe it?! In fact, we're married, and my wonderful wife is expecting our first child. It's crazy isn't it? I'm sorry I haven't told you sooner, but don't worry about missing our wedding, it was really small, just a few of our friends. But more importantly there's our child to talk about. Our beautiful child. The baby is actually due in a few short months. I felt you deserved to know.

I feel like I've kept all this from you for so long. It feels terrible. Although deep down a part of me knows that if you really wanted to talk to me, you would have found a way. I feel this is not entirely my fault. But don't think I'm blaming you at all, though, because I'm not.

I hope you respond, because I know I've been a bit of a, and pardon my ungentlemanly language, but a bit of an ass towards you. Forgive me. Write back. Because I still love you, father, and I know you love me too.

From, an old friend, your loving son.