For years, I’ve sought to bury the memory of you.
I had a conversation about you years ago, to which I swore I would not help you in the way that I was being asked to. Not because I hated you, but because you know better. I didn’t want to help mostly because I was too angry with you. After all these years, I can’t quite place why you haven’t decided to do better. How do I know this? It's not that I am keeping tabs on you; but if I told you, you would not believe me.
Regardless, you came up in conversation, in a most unusual way, through an unlikely person. And you’ve been on my mind since. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I love you. I care about what happens to you and what becomes of you. It’s not something I think I should tell you directly. Why? Because too much time has passed and I don't think you and I can ever talk the way that we used to. But I've found a way, the best way I know how, to touch your life without touching you.
Your best days are yet to come. And should I catch a glimpse of them, I’ll celebrate you and will send you a well-wish that is from my heart because my labor for you will not have been in vain.
Sincerely,
Your former friend.
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins | 1 Peter 4:8 |
