I know you're watching from afar. I suspected you might be. Or that you would at least pop in for a look. Or eight. Don't ask how I know, just understand that I do.
It's cool with me.
The way you left things isn't.
After all that happened, I really do deserve some kind of explanation. Don't forget, above all things, we were best friends. I was there for you even when you believed no one was.
I know you have your reasons. I understand I may never fully understand those reasons. Why not give me the benefit of the doubt and at least try to explain?
This silence, it smacks of cowardice. I don't want to think that about you. You're so much better than that.
I'll be honest -- it sucks that you would rather cause me misery, would rather have me believe you are dead, than tell me the truth. I can handle the truth. On many occasions it has been served up to me in large doses that would destroy most people.
I can handle the truth.
Question is, do you have the fortitude to say it?
I dare you to prove me wrong.
Oh ya, I went there.
