Georgie,
We didn't contact each other after high school. Six years I spent alone.
I had never celebrated my birthday alone. It hurt.
When you contacted me on our 25th, I was scared. I was scared of you.
I didn't think I had it in me to go in for another round of fighting. You wanted to meet me in the retreat, and sort out everything one last time.
We needed that closure. All that time, I hadn't even known if you were dead or alive. Guilt and worry had eaten me alive.
I had been healing, but slowly and gradually.
All was going to be well.
Your little chubbykins,
Fred.
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