My friend,

I'm sorry I hurt you by leaving! That wasn't what I meant to do. You're really important to me. You're one of the people I've looked up to since leaving the orphanage. People say you're mean and that you don't care about stuff, but I think they're wrong. I remember lots of the little things you have done for me that were really nice. I'll share some of my favorite memories with you.

- I remember when we first met as friends, you lifted me up to sit on your shoulder. I felt tall! It was great to see what tall people saw. It was also weird not to be able to see up people's noses.

- I remember not wanting to fight in sect anymore cause I started to win sometimes, and I was worried if I beat a friend they wouldn't be my friend anymore. You never got mad at me when I won. You never made me feel bad. I like that about you.

- I remember us being really worried about our scorpions and raiding to find corpses to feed them!!

- I remember when I met your snail and you let me snack on the snot ball and then said you weren't supposed to eat that, oops.

- I remember when I was sad we were losing the war you comforted me! It really meant a lot to me cause I haven't really gotten upset since leaving the orphanage, so you were one of the first people to do that. It made me feel good.

- I remember when I was scared of getting guillotined and I said no and kept hiding you protected me! You were ready to fight the city for me. I didn't say it, but I would have fought them if they tried to hurt you.

- Every time you've stuck up for me! I felt like I had a big brother. I always wanted to have a big brother growing up, cause some of the kids at the orphanage had brothers and they seemed to have better lives. You made my life better.

I understand if we gotta be enemies now, but I don't want to be. I really care about you and I want to see you happy. If you gotta hurt me to be happy, that's okay, we can wrestle. But I won't fight you because I hate you or because I'm mad at you; I'll fight you to help you feel better.

Before I stop writing, please don't let anyone be mean to you or tell you you're a jerk or anything. You're not. I think you've been through a lot of pain and sometimes when we react to that we get scared and angry and we're really just trying to protect ourselves. Remember you're a good person, and you're worth friendship. Thanks for being my friend these last few years. I love you.

Boube

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 1st of Ios, in the year 3 AC.