While I think it could be said that I try my hardest not to think about you, I think it would be inaccurate to say that you never cross my mind. And it's damned near impossible not to think about you when I see you liking my booths. And so, here are my thoughts of you, for you:
I hope you are doing well. Despite my harshness and despite my hatred towards you, I really do hope that your life is taking turns for the good. I hope that you are staying true to your friends and I hope that you are meeting people that make your life better. I hope that you're making smarter choices with your relationships, and I hope that you're placing value in the sentiments. I hope you're being more reserved with your sexual encounters, and if not I hope that you're at least being safe. I hope that you're finding love and care, and perhaps even romance. I hope that you're finding direction. I hope that you keep on loving your family in the same way that I always admired you for. And I hope that you don't lie to them, or to anyone else for that matter. You always had a tendency to do that.
I hope you're listening to your heart, and I hope that you're being good. I hope that you're still playing the violin and the piano. I hope that there are more feelings in your heart than your placid face reveals. I hope so many things for you. That's all I can do, really. I can only hope, because I don't believe that I'll ever talk to you again.
Best Wishes,
Alex
PS - If you ever find yourself overwhelmed or lost, or maybe just in need of a quieting, I trust you still have the mix CD I gave you. Lock yourself in a dark closet and shut everyone out, and play it. That's the only part of myself I ever gave to you, and that's the only part of myself that still remains with you. I hope you can find some use in it.
Living at my friend Ryan's place. IT isn't easy I'll say that much, but I am so happy that I have people who care about me enough to let me stay in their place until I finish High School. It is amazing to be able to live with them.
