I must confess, I still do check up on your facebook now and then. But, of course, I stare at the walls left to keep out strangers since we aren’t friends. At least, as far as the internet is concerned and it has rather lenient standards as far as friendship goes. All you have to do is click really, click it all away. It would be so easy to fix everything if you had just clicked “Accept” rather than the latter option. But, you didn’t. Instead, you left everything as it was, unfinished business.

I think you’re very fortunate. No, not because of the money, your perfect loving parents, or because you’re so pretty and because you achieved the state of perfection of which we once only dreamed. I think you’re fortunate because things don’t hurt you; you never think about them to the point of being consumed and when you would, they were such lovely innocent woes. You’re lucky that these things don’t hurt you they way they pain me.

Anyways. You look so much like your mother. I know you’ve done everything you could to change your appearance and hide who you really are but…you’re beautiful just like your mother.