Which person from your past, whom you've lost touch with, do you wonder about the most? 
Submitted by ancora impara.

Inspired by karen …

And I would say …

J (1): You and I were too young to understand. Me to understand my emotions, you to understand the sweet and good place they came from. I get that, it's ok. I apologize for the clumsiness of youth. If you thought about it, I think you'd see something you need to apologize for as well. As always, I wish you well.

J (2): I admired you so much. You were a natural leader and visionary at such a young age. I wish I had your energy around me now.

K from the (Ottawa) Valley: I'd like to know if you still have that cruel streak and how well it has, or has not, served you. You did make me laugh, though.

D (1): It was my choice to disconnect. I'm sorry. Your e-mails got too weird and maniacal. One of them prompted me to call in a panic to see if you were still alive and you acted like nothing at all was wrong. You seemed to have no idea why I was calling. You told me you were alone in the room, and I didn't hear anyone else, so it wasn't like you were trying to put on a cool exterior for others. Your e-mails indicated that you were going to have to leave with nothing but the shirt on your back and your boots on your feet and I was trying to give you a place to go, or to at least make an escape plan. So I had to stop reading those e-mails as I no longer trusted your sense of reality, or your motivation for using my e-mail address as a dumping ground for your paranoid fantasies. Were the in-laws really forcing you to put on rubber boots and wade through the dump to find scrap metal to sell? I thought you had a government job? I called a few more times, checking in, and always the same calm, slightly puzzled, response from you. "I'm fine – why are you worried?"When I wonder about you, I wonder about whether you were (or are) on meds that misfire, or if something in your wiring has just gone wrong, or if you really think my e-mail address was intended exclusively for your creative writing exercises. When I dream about you, I dream about singing. Just me and you and Simon and Garfunkel. Those were some of the sweetest moments and I treasure them. I'm sorry if I've let you down.

D (2): You are at my fingertips, even now. Up to you, buddy … forgiveness  and humility wouldn't be such a bad choice. There is warmth and friendship out there under the ruffled feathers, but you have to make a move.

J (3): I know that you understood, on some level, why I had to close the door on our time together. I had to close it very very firmly, knowing that any shaft of light would leave you lingering outside, waiting. And that wouldn't have been fair or right. So I didn't get to say that I really, deeply, enjoyed you.  I think of you often and hope you are well.

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