I thought about writing you a letter before we graduated, but I only ever wanted to when it was late at night and I was already halfway asleep.
I know, now, that we both fucked up a long time ago, and maybe I was never a good friend to you to begin with. And hell, I don't know if anything that happened really matters anymore, because shit happens, and your best friend when you're thirteen isn't likely to be your best friend for life.
I don't know anything, really. I just know that I wish I'd at least made an attempt to talk to you before I knew I would likely never see you again. And I know that looking at this page makes me sad.
Bye, Tyler. I really did love you, back then.