The letters I never sent you

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Dear Tord,

We miss you... well I miss you, even if you blew up our house, almost killed Tom, killed Jon and punched Matt in the face. You know, If you came back right now, if you knocked on my door, if you were standing at my door step right now. I'd forgive you, I'd almost burst into tears, but I would forgive you. I'd give you a hug, like the one I gave you when I last saw you, when you came back. We could smile and sit on the couch, Ringo would probably hop up with us, I'd ask how you were, and if you were okay. You would probably say you were fine with your thick accent, is it even thicker than the last time I saw you? Or- in this case, heard your voice? I wouldn't know unless you were at my door step ready to knock on the door, would you knock once? Twice? Maybe three times? After are short conversation you would ask if I would forgive you, I would smile and tear up more only to tell you I already have, we would hug again and the cat would purr softly. It would be perfect, and it could be. All you have to do is be here, knock on the door, I would open the door thinking Tom needs help setting up his tv again or Matt needs help rearranging his apartment for who knows how many times! I wonder if you would laugh at that, then we would do all those things I said, maybe we could watch an old movie, or remember older, better times. Maybe I would ask why you came back, and all you would have to say is that you missed us. That you missed me, and that you regretted what you had done, you might even apologize again and I would forgive you once more. Come on Tord, all you have to do is be there, right at the door, knock once, or twice, maybe even three times, all you have to do is walk up to my apartment door right now, it's so simple.... Please?

sincerly, Edd