by P.

Dearest Wolfgang,

It’s been a very long time since we’ve spoken. We used to speak everyday when I had just moved to Texas. Probably one of the hardest days of my life, leaving you behind. Everything was a restart. New friends, new house, new school, new faces. Everything was new. I’m sure it was hard for you to adjust to it all. Especially since high school wasn’t the best for you at Oz. You would tell me stories about how these bitches would continue to hassle you. Every moment that caused you pain, I wanted to be there to save you. I wanted to be a super lady. You know? The ones in the comics that would dress in super tight costumes and have no fear. I just wanted to take all your pain away. The pain that caused you so much. The pain that caused you to contemplate suicide. The pain that caused you to cut, to break, to scream. The pain that took your trust. Your passionate love. Your vibrant soul. That pain. I wanted to be there to save you. Be there for you when you needed me. Speak with you when you were torn apart. But no. I was pulled from that all. ‘Till this day, I still can’t believe you thought I saved you. I mean that’s all I ever wanted to do. But to truly save you? That’s hard to believe. You were always the stronger one. Despite the pain, you never gave up. You changed my life. That’s why I gave you that pin. Because you were the one that gave me hope. Not me? I still can’t fathom the idea. The thought of you, the strongest woman I know, to contemplate suicide. And me, the insecure introvert, save you from the decision to end your life. How? I don’t think I’ve cried so much. I suppose that’s it, isn’t it? Both you and I are drawn to each other’s pain. Our friendship depends on it. We seek to save each other, regardless of time. Wolfgang, it’s been a while. I miss you.

Yours-

P.