6 years ago, almost to this day, I met a boy who I was smitten with… He was charming and intelligent, had great taste in music, and taught me to drive stick shift, a near-impossible task. My crush turned into one of the best friendships I’ve ever had – finally, a person who really got me, a soulmate if there is such a thing in this world.

2 years ago, he moved to Brooklyn, and I felt forgotten. No phone calls, no emails, no mixtapes of random indie-emo-techno-pop. I went to visit, it wasn’t the same, we had a fight. All of his new friends weren’t like me. Some of them weren’t even like him.

When he decided to come back, I was overjoyed. We picked up where we had left off. We were instant friends once again.

This summer, his heart led him back to Brooklyn again, and this time, seemingly more permanently. Brooklyn has this power to silence him in my life. The unanswered phone calls hurt. They hurt like hell. I miss my friend.

I realize in these past entries, I’ve merely been listing the people I need to forgive. Now I need to work on letting the forgiveness come…