Letter
Holly River, Texas
Dear Colt,
I’m back home. Can you believe it? The plan was to live near my family after graduation.
But I have an idea and want to give it a shot.
The thing is, I’m really struggling to take the first step.
I guess I’m doubting that it’ll actually work.
So, for now, I’m waitressing. Far less glamorous than what you’re doing, saving the world and all.
You know what’s funny? I looked for you when I got back to Holly River.
I wasn’t expecting to see you here, but I really hoped I would.
Do you ever feel lonely, Colt? Probably not.
You always seemed to make friends easily.
You have a quiet, thoughtful way about you that draws people in.
But can I tell you something? I’ve struggled with that.
In high school, it wasn’t always easy. I thought things would change in college, and to a certain degree, they did.
But I never felt particularly close to anyone.
I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.
I’ve made a couple of friends here in Holly River.
One of them was in your and Grant’s grade.
It’s been wonderful having people to talk to.
But I find myself scared, more than anything.
Scared that they’ll decide they don’t like me anymore and will start excluding me.
I even have dreams about it. Isn’t that childish?
I miss you. Is that even possible? It’s been over eight years since you left, and I still miss you.
Do you want to hear something really sad, Colt?
You’ll probably think I’m crazy when I say this, and for once I’m thankful that you’re probably not getting these letters.
But, well, here’s the thing... I think you were the best friend I ever had.
Love,
Alice