Dear Nick,
You're not coming back.
Max said you wouldn't come back.
Well, at least write to me.
Tell me.
Do you remember the swingset where you stole my ice-cream from me?
Do you remember the time I pushed you into a lake?
Do you remember the swim meet?
Do you remember pre-school?
No, no you don't.
What happened to that perfect boy?
The one I know?
You're a different person now, I can tell.
Love, Margo