For cece whatever I did to make you not talk to me, I'm sorry. I miss talking to you. I miss being freinds. my brother said we can't talk because your dad says I'm not responsible or mature. I moved to a different state then the one I grew up in to see you. I lived by myself for most of may. I ran the entire household: cooking cleaning, you feeding the pets, you name it. it's been so long since we've last spoke and I can't stand it. I may be a little older than you, but that doesn't matter to me. I've seen you a few times this summer at rachael's house, but I've been nervous about talking to you, bacause I'm scared of your dad. I admit it, he's a scary guy. I've passed your house almost every day the past two months for my voluntary summer school, band camp, and lunch at the highschool and Ottawa, and every time, I look at your house, I hope too even see you. I long to hear your voice every day sincerely, Tanner Meersman