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Dear Kenzie

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Dear Kenzie

An e-mail I typed to a friend. 

I don't suppose you are going to check this long-lost mailbox of yours, in fact I don't suppose you ever will. But this seems to be the only way I am ever going to find you all over again. You don't come online any longer, though I do not blame you. It still feels weird, every now and then, when it is ten o'clock at night and you are not at your cubicle, logging on to the internet. I cannot deny that the absence of you as of late has been merely a voice in the back of my mind, because of school and other events happening in my life. I am sure, and I hope, that you are doing great in your school life in Arizona as well, at least that was the last I heard from you really.

It's almost two in the morning and I have classes tomorrow, I don't even know why I am sending you this e-mail, I don't even think you are ever going to read it. I lost that other address of yours, so please forgive me for being such a reckless and careless fool. I guess it must have been because of this music video I was watching, this band called A Fine Frenzy. The lead singer is called Alison Sudol, and I am positive that you'd like her materials by the way. She has red hair like the color of autumn, and her skin is like the backyards in winter - just like you. Maybe that's why I was reminded of your presence in my life, or the lack thereof.

You have deleted both your wordpress blogs, I haven't been able to find out what's going on in your life. I do believe that you are doing fine, and your health is much better than before. I still have the two spaces saved up on my blog for you, the spaces with the links to your blogs in the past. I am just waiting for a day when you might reply this e-mail and tell me that you are OK, that everything is fine on your side of the world. There is so much I want to tell you, and so much that I can't. I cannot believe that I haven't been speaking with you for this long, and for some strange reasons I do feel rather guilty about it.

So this is me, sending a letter to you without ever knowing whether you'd read it or not. I am going to take my chances, have my fingers crossed this time. Chances are slim, but it is worth the try. It is part of my resolution this year, I don't want to lose another friend, anymore. Not this time.

I guess, in a few words,

I miss you, dearly.

Regards,

Will.

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