Dear Luke,

                I honestly don't have a clue what to say. What am I supposed to say? I wish that my reply could be a simple, 'sure, how have you been?', but it can't. It's just not that easy anymore.

        I get it, okay? You were six years old, you didn't have any control over what you did or said. Right now, I'm more upset about the things you didn't say. I can't help but feel like this letter that you sent me was eleven years too late. You cut off all contact with me; no phone calls or letters. Don't you remember? The day before you left, we sat down and made e-mail addresses so that we could keep in contact with each other, but you never sent anything.

        Luke, I genuinely thought you didn't want to be my best friend anymore. As a six year old, that hurt. I cried for days and I stared at my computer screen just waiting for some sign that you wanted to talk to me, but nothing came. I was so sad, Luke.

         Admittedly, yes. I should have tried to contact you first if I wanted to talk to you so badly, but I was stupid and naive and I didn't bother. So, I guess this is partially my fault too, and I'm sorry for not keeping in contact with you. 

         I agree; those memories are wonderful. Only you were ever capable of making me laugh the way I used to when we were kids. Even now, I don't smile half as much as I did when you were around, but maybe that's just because society is way too corrupted nowadays.

         Honestly? I miss you too,
                                  your best friend, Wendy x

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