Letter 13
Dear M,
Oh M. When I first met you I thought you hated me. I repeatedly asked you if we were friends because I needed that assurance. Things between us are much better now. I know we are friends and I hope you carry our ridiculous conversations with you. As I said before, The ones I'll miss so much are the ones whom it's impossible to write to. It physically pains me to write these but I can't stop halfway.
Thank you for being my friend,
Z.
