Do you still check out this page sometimes? I don't see you online anymore; I know why, but sometimes I need to state the obvious to get to a point.
I think of you sometimes, and I hope you're alright. I always recall the things you told me you wanted to do, the good and the bad. I did and still worry about you.
I cried a little bit ago.
Talked to a kid my sister met playing Minecraft. He helped her set up a server for us all to play on and he reminds me a lot like you. Appears to be like the Bear I'd call you. Abrasive, but under that a good person who has just been shat on their whole life making them grumpy and an introvert.
He's into the same stuff you are, and is wicked good with programming. I'll admit, the things I know he can do scares me, but I took the same risks with you and even with the small fears, I trust him. He's good to my sister, and with an internet full of horrible people; it's always nice to know there is someone who you can lean on to be there for you.
I'm sorry I stopped being there for you.
He told me he's going off to school to be an engineer, and all I could think to myself was "where's this kid going to be in ten years?"
I'd call you, but it is so late at night, and I don't even know if you have a phone wherever you are. I don't know what kind of situation you're in, and if I didn't have the internet to try and reach out to you, I'd probably have just written this on a postcard and left it somewhere and lie to myself you'd have found it but just didn't know how to get back in touch with me because I forgot the return address.
I could also be nervous to call you, scared...not to mention the cost to call. All of the minutes.
How'd you like Atlas Shrugged? I hadn't a chance to see it yet, as I want to watch both parts together.
I also met this guy, and I've rather possibly have lost my heart to him. He's a smart ass, but he is my smart ass.
I miss you, though, Bear. You'd piss me off, annoy me, make me laugh, and I do believe you've made me cry a few times, but you were a Bear.
If you do see this, send me an email. Not at the old one. I switched over to Gmail.
If you can't ever see this for reasons I understand, I hope you burned out. I'd have hated for you to have faded away.
Also, if I ever make it big; I'm buying your dream car. That red one.