Dear ______

Warning: It’s… choppy.

Look, man. I’ve known you since… second grade?

I remember when we were such great friends.

You, me and Tong-whoon  tested for our second degrees at the same time.

You used to be so friendly. I don’t remember, but I’m sure we used to be best friends.

And then…

And then.

I had to quit taekwondo.


I…. Didn’t see you for a few years.


I had to move to the Mukilteo School District.

I saw you on the first day of OV. You were pretty cool, I guess.

But after all those years of not seeing you, I didn’t know you anymore.

We shared a few classes here and there, then.

8th grade rolled around.

I couldn’t believe it.

At the beginning of the year, you were…. yourself. You were a cool guy.

But by the end.

I had seen that you had turned into….


Someone who I really despise.

Orchestra auditions.

You got into 2nd, but I got into 1st.

You ┬ábasically tore yourself down because you didn’t do as well as I did.

We had a nice, sit-down chat after the end of 8th grade. I won’t forget it.

You asked me what other people were saying about you. I did the same.

I told you. “[He] doesn’t like you. You’re being way too arrogant.”

“Alright. I’ll work on it.”

9th grade.

You got even worse.


You left all of us Sophomores to go hang out with the upperclassmen.

It created distance between us.

Distance that is still there today.

Orch Auditions.

You got into Kammerstriech.

You pointed at my face and laughed.


10th grade.

I avoided you at all costs.

I wanted to avoid the drama.

The few times I DID talk to you, though…

It was alright.

Orchestra party.


It exploded.

Now I have a new hatred for you.

A hatred that cannot be explained.

I’m trying.

I’m trying to forgive you.

But it’s difficult.


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