Dear Miyoshi

I just want to say, that it's kind of weird writing a letter to someone who will never read it. In more ways than one. I know now that you were never who you said you were, even when you vehemently swore that you were not someone playing online mind games.

I just want to say, that no matter who you pretended to be, I know in my heart of hearts, that you never 'pretended' to be my friend. I honestly believe that you cared about me in your way. You took time out of your day not only to listen to me when I was upset, but you gave caring advice and support. That is something a friend does. You cheered me up when I was blue, you put up with my bs. To me, you were real. Really real.

I never thought you'd hurt me. I never thought that you would turn your back on me and throw me away, all because of a secret you kept to yourself. Did you think I would judge you? Mock you? Hurt you in any way? Maybe you didn't know me well enough, because, even now, I still have a very special place in my heart for you. A place that is warm with fond memories. Oh, I knew that some of the stories you told were just that, stories, but it was ok, they still left a smile on my face. Did you feel guilty for the gifts I had sent you for Christmas? You shouldn't, because I wasn't giving them to a 'name', I was giving them to my friend.

I will never hate you, because you made me feel like a human being who mattered. You made me feel like I was special. And I thank you. I hope you still have fond memories of me.

I know that we have met again on another site. And I hope that you know it's me. I feel like you do know it's me, and I don't blame you for avoiding me. I wish you would speak to me. I don't care about the past. I would like to meet the real you. I think we could be pretty kick ass friends.

See you on DeviantArt.


Love,

Wu.