I used to talk to this guy a lot. His name was Rich, and he was from Philadelphia. He seemed like such a nice guy. I find myself thinking about him from time to time because we never talk anymore. I was a jerk to him and one day, while we were talking, he decided he’d had enough of me.
Rich, wherever you are, I understand why you won’t talk to me, or why you ignore my messages. But I want to let you know that I am sorry, and that there’s absolutely no excuse for my behavior. I want to make it up to you, to make it better somehow, if you’ll let me. I miss you. I hope you’re okay.