I don't know what to write, but I feel like writing to you. I just can't help but wonder where you are. I hope these actually make it to you instead of being sent right back to me. I can't help but h think about how I just let you leave like that. I remember sitting with you up there, in our spot, watching the sun rise, knowing I wouldn't be able to watch it set by your side.
I know why you left, and it's good reason. You told me everything and I can't tell if I'm thankful or not for you doing so. I know it ain't my fault, but what if I said yes? When if I took your offer, would you have let me convince you to stay?
Maybe, maybe not. I bet you would have left anyway. And I'm not angry. And if I was, it's probably just at myself. I'm sorry, again. And I'll say it over and over again if it means anything anymore.
If you get these letters, I have my return address, always the same. I'm sure you had mine memorized in the first place. Hell, I still remember yours. But please, write back.
Sincerely, Daryl
June 8th, 1987
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Forever
Teen FictionIt's 1972 when we meet Daryl and Maurice. A friendship that has lasted their whole lifetime, nothing ever coming between them no matter what happened. But things progress and start to change the way people see both of them, the way they see themsel...
