I’d be lying if I said this was a happy occasion. I would’ve never believed myself if I told myself in 2016 I wouldn’t see you again until after the end of the decade. So much I wouldn’t believe would happen in between our next meeting has happened and it’s terrible and ridiculous. Four Halloweens, four Christmases, four Hanukkahs, a new cat, hell, I learned to draw since the last time we spoke. (And, by god, that stuff’s hard)
I wrote a fan fiction in October-November of 2016. It feels so nostalgic and old and badly done. Yet, the last time I saw you was an older occasion than that. Isn’t it awful? There’s so much you don’t know of me and so much I don’t of you. The last time you saw me I was obsessed with Aphmau, and you were watching Ihascupquake. Whoever you replaced that phase with, the first time and the second and the third, I was never there to tolerate. (But, on the bright side, you never saw my emo phase at least? Well, aside from in these letters. But then again, who gives a crap)
Anyways, ranting aside. I miss you terribly and want to know everything I’ve missed in between the large gap of time. I love you and hope the new year brings all of the happiness and things you could ever ask for.
With love,
Alice