Reader Discreation Advised...

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Dear MW, (Oh, how badly I wish to use your name.)

I'm truly sorry you don't want to be my friend.

I knew from the moment we re-aquainted ourselves a few years back that you weren't the same person you were when we met in Logan. I'd feel sorry for you if you were. We evovle as human beings. The fact that you aren't "confortable" being friends with me boggles my mind. Friends keep in touch. Am I wrong? I would've given up had YOU not told me to tell you when I come down. I thought you'd like to see me, catch up. Guess not. Maybe, you tried. I just didn't take the hint. I'm glad you grew some balls and at least said so albeit in a text. I should've followed my gut back on December 27th, 2009. I knew I should never see you again then. I could've spared me this trauma. I got myself into a real rut processing this. I've dug myself out finally. Friends are really all the extended family I've got. If you don't want to be part of it, EFF OFF! Life will go on for me. I'm sorry you won't be a part of it.

Salt Lake City is small by comparison. I've been icing my shoulders for day we run into each other. You know it will come. I know it will come. Don't act like you even know who I am. I will promptly remind you of your choice and quietly move on with my life.

Good luck with the rest of your life,

Tom