Dear Carmon,
So we're not friends. And we never have been friends. However, I need to admit something to you. In high school when I first met you and saw the people you hung out with I judged you. I judged wrong. Later on in high school I had a creative writing class with you and that was when I realized it. You weren't an air head like the people you hung out with. And you weren't like he preps whose every thought was about when the next party would be. You were different. You were deeper than that. And funny. And nice. And friendly and kind. Maybe we aren't friends, but that isn't because of how I judged you. Its more because I avoided your friends and that meant avoiding you unless you were alone. But I have no problem with you. I want you to know that you are an aquaintance that when I see I don't cross the road to avoid. I don't mind stopping to chit chat with you. And I certainly wouldn't mind hanging out some time. I want you to know that I think you're alright.
Sincerely,
Dani
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