Friends,

Of all my letters, this is the one I’d be least likely to send.

Or maybe that’s all changed.

It’s hard because of what we can’t agree on (yet).

Still, you have to know what you mean to me, which is more than just about anything.

I don’t think you’re stupid.

If I’m going the wrong way, please pray I’ll know somehow.

Or help me see what I might be missing.

I promise I’ll try to listen.

The last thing I’d want would be to see the tides keep shifting the way I think I see them going, and for you to hate me forever as if I was plotting against you this whole time.

I can’t take credit for anything.

I don’t want to.

I just want to help people, same as you.

That’s the truth, as far as I know.

Thank you for everything.

You kept me alive.

You made me who I am.

I never want to be your enemy.

Me

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