to my best friend
If you’re reading this (and my dearest, you very well may be), I love you and I want you to be happy and healthy. I know you’re still struggling, because I am too. You and I both know these things don’t ever really go away. I just want you to know that I hope you’re working through it the best you can. I hope all of our old friends are showing you just how much of an amazing person you are, and making you feel like the beautiful, intelligent, best friend that you always were.
Yes, of course I’m sorry for what I did. I kick myself for it every day. But this isn’t about me and my stupid mistakes - it’s about you and your health. I would do anything in the world and then some to be able to help you through what you’re struggling with right now (even if that means making some passive post on a social media site no one uses anymore). We haven’t talked in over a year, but you know that I wouldn’t mind if you called me needing a shoulder to cry on, even if just for a couple of minutes. I love you, Fey.