Inside the envelope:
Happy birthday old friend. I hope this finds you well and happy.
I'm sorry not to have written before. Maybe this will strike you as funny -- I hope so! -- but the truth is I've been afraid. The sight of your picture or the sound of your name is sometimes enough to send me into duck and cover drill under the nearest furniture. I really think fear is a stupid, evil thing, but then on the other hand I wouldn't be me if I weren't a complete idiot.
Want to tell you how much I miss you. I think of you often, and always as my long-lost best friend. It would be such a good thing to cure the long-lost part.
I feel so lost sometimes without being able to talk with you. There's so much of life which I don't know how to do. And there are so many things which are so overwhelming in their beauty and significance that I feel paralyzed by all the options. I'd so much love to know how you deal with some of these things, I feel it would help ground my emotions in a way which is not open to me now. And there's so much I've learned, or think so anyway, which I'd love to share. Probably as much to see if it makes you laugh, as anything else.
I dunno how to talk about these things in a short space. Maybe not in a long space either. But I'd like to try. If you'll get in touch with me I'll be so happy I'll probably burst into tears. That'd be a good thing and I so much hope you will.
Meanwhile, happy birthday, and I hope you're finding all the things in life that are important to you.
Love and friendship,
--M
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