Dear Emma,
I know I haven’t contacted you in a while, and this may seem a bit arbitrary, but I just wanted to say hello. Alright, that was a very wimpy entrance to my letter, excuse that. Anyways, I just wanted to say sorry. Sorry for everything, Emma. I should’ve talked to you much earlier, but I found that every time that I tried to contact you in some way, I would be disturbed by some irksome asshat. But, here I am now, making a complete fool out of myself. It’s sad that I don’t even have to be face to face with you to make myself sound like a complete imbecile. Man, why do I keep going off on a different tangent? Anywho, I just wanted to know how things were going with you. When you left, I didn’t exactly get to say goodbye. Well, I tried to say goodbye, but nothing was exactly audible through my sobs. You know, that was the first time I cried like a little bitch. And you know how much I despise chick flick moments. God, I hate them with all my being. So, when you get this Emma, please write back. I’m kind of dying to hear back from you. And, dying is not fun.
Yours truly,
The one and only, May Greene
