Phone Call

Dear Tom,

I will never forget that phone call, just a year and a half ago. I was waiting to hear back from you, as you often called me when you finished classes. What I didn’t expect was to hear you say that you never wanted to see me again. You, the one man I loved, the one person I relied on. I never thought you would say that you hated me. I never thought you would leave.

But I guess I was wrong.

Today, I remember the great times we had. I remember the relationship we had, and the things we said. I will never forget the places we went, and the way you made me feel. I want to tell you that I’m sorry, for whatever I did to make you hate me so terribly. I want to tell you how much it hurts to lose my best friend, so unexpectedly. I want to tell you that I still love you, even if I can never see you the same way.

Most of all, I want to tell you that I still think of you, each and every day. I still want you to have everything in life - happiness, a beautiful wife, and incredible children. And I hope that someday, somewhere, I can see you again. Just once more, to see your face one last time.

All my love,

Care, age 21


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30 September 2011