i came across my pile of letters from you recently. you know i've saved them all, even the silly notes written during the boredom of high school physics. i can't say i remember why we all started calling each other those ridiculous nicknames...'smelly' and 'ugly' are not obvious terms of endearment, but i do recall us being quite amused by them, as we were by most things.
i love this note so much. reading it is like hearing your voice again. it brings me back to that time when everything is possible and the road ahead seems endless. when every little action of a certain boy was unbelievably fascinating and significant. when nothing was more important than tests and papers and friends and crushes.
i've been talking about you with our shared friends more than ever lately. i'd be lying if i said it was easy to do; in many ways, it's unbelievably hard. i end up dreaming that you're alive and well and living in some far off fabulous place. which, maybe, in some way, you are. who knows? i still try to find you, wherever you are. even though i know this is a movie that doesn't give an answer.
oh well! c'est la vie...