Dear Friend,

Remember when we waded down the river and ate junk food and talked about California?

I get that I was obnoxious and that you were an inch shorter than me and just a-little-bit-skinnier and that you were leaving forever and ever.  Understood.

You left.  Soon, I met my "lobster."  My missing puzzle piece.  The one who gets my stupid jokes.  We had a perfect daughter together, and now we have a perfect life.

Everything is perfect.  Except for one thing.  You were supposed to be miserable.  You were supposed to be old and lonely and own fifteen cats that you didn't like and didn't bother naming.

Because everyone deserves to be missed.

Love,

An Old Friend