Published by Open Love Letters


TRANSCRIPT:

"Erin, 

I miss you.

I don't really know where our friendship fell apart, but it did, didn't it? I don't think about you every day, but I do think about you.

I tell people stories about our growing up together and how everything we watched, discussed, dreamed about in those few years spent together, shaped me more than anything has, or will again.

You were always the smartest of all of us. Always sure of who you were, where I never was. I'm still not. I miss going to FACT with you and eating strawberries on Percy Street. I miss you calling me from outside your (one of your many) jobs, ciggie in hand, telling me all about the crazy things you'd done that week.

I hope that soon we will return to that old state of knowing each other so well, my sweet prince, my Ez."