dear a-

remember the good ole days when writing to each other was more than occassional. we were both younger. i suppose college/university allowed us more time to sit and find excuses not to do work. there were tapes and pictures and little booklets of handwritten letters. it was something to look forward to in an otherwise banal existance. and then the schooling ended and life began. we drifted. less writing. no photos. no tapes. we had come to a continental divide and i went one direction, you the other. there were jobs and boys and girls. now there are jobs and bills and fiances and secret marriages. ah...there's the heart of it...there was no shame in sharing secrets. i, at least, needed that purging.

and we continue to grow and move on. i miss those old days, but know that life changes and people change and grow and move on. it would still be fun to meet sometime. sometime.