"Dear Comrade, it's September 3, 2009. Why didn't you tell me that you got a job in NYC? I started college at Yale, and it does not disappoint. Unlike some people.

"All I know, is that I haven't seen you since I woke up next to you the day after graduation. We kissed, you said you loved me, you drove me home, and then we kissed again. I don't see what happened that made you just… leave. Viktoria told me that you left later that day for NYC, that you got a job.

"It's been months since I saw you. You haven't emailed, called, or texted. I wanted so badly to go over to your house for the family calls like I used to, but it felt intrusive, seeing as you haven't bothered to contact me at all. Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough?"

Shaky breath.

"I kept on thinking that I did something wrong, that I drove you away. I want that to be the case, not that you just don't want to see me anymore. Anything but that. Comrade, please tell me that you love me, that you haven't forgotten about me."

"I miss you, so much. College is great, but still. Where's my best friend?"