To whom this may concern:
Somehow I keep dreaming about you. In different sequences, you were there, in each one and you’d never speak, as though your eyes say so much. In some dreams you appear as my monster who bit me too many times. I remember the pain when I imagine your teeth. Now as I left you, I treat the people I love they way you treated me. I do it out of pain but it show up as anger. But I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re safe. I hope that you’re okay.
Sincerely,
an old friend