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Day Two Hundred and Twelve:  Just, Pringles.

Open Letters to Anonymous Series #1

Dear ______,

I’m reading this book and the main character is just like you.  Sometimes I wonder if you’re you before me, or if you wish you were back in your own room in your own thoughts.  It’s not the way you are around me that gets me it’s the way you aren’t.  It’s the things that you haven’t said or avoid, and in those silences more things are loud and clear.  I say this so often, but I miss us.  It’s beyond us now though, not just the big things but those little things, and…sometimes I think we both just get too convoluted with life that we just…lose, us.

This may sound vague, or you might know who you are, but in any event I wish you’d open up to me more, but I know it’s not you all the time and so I don’t push it.  I care about you inside and out, and if there’s anything I could say to you is that if our friendship were a movie we’d be on Netflix, indeed.

xo