If Helga had moved away after a budding friendship with Arnold in high school.
Short one-shot - just been mulling it over a few days.
Dear Helga,
I've written you several letters in the years since you've left. Each one carrying its own meaning and weight. Over the years, I've figured out that I write them more for me, than I do for you. Since I never send any of them.
After the response that you sent to my first letter (I don't want a half- assed friendship with you) I haven't been able to bring myself to send anymore.
It's a shame that we let this happen to us.
After we discussed our feelings and tried not talking (before you left, I hated it. I knew we could never be romantically involved, but I thought that chatting with you when we both could find the time was wonderful. I know that both of our lives had become busy (Mine moreso, and I'm sorry for that.)
I make sure to read your articles when they are posted on your newspaper's website. I enjoy them very much! I hope that one day, and one day soon, we could learn to be friends again. Recently, I've been in much more need of a good friend.
Life has been throwing me through some serious loops - which is why I think I have decided to send this particular letter.
Sincerely,
Arnold.