Dear San Diego,
I got a letter the other day, a single handwritten page. Things have been rough all over. Things always seemed to be headed in that direction anyway.
It seems a lifetime ago that we went to college together, sat on those stairs outside of that administration building that cold autumn morning and noticed that no one else was around, joking that the Second Coming had occurred and we had somehow been overlooked. Funny how two decades later we still seem to feel the same way.
It’s a strange thing to ponder. That you knew someone for the better part of your life but are now strangers. That you can recall with perfect clarity years of friendship, the good and the bad, and yet are faced with looking at a letter years later and have it seem foreign.
The past, at times, is a haze, at others as clear as water in a sink. Things have been rough all over. Things always seemed to be headed in that direction anyway.