You told me about two years too late but it still feels like knew news to me. Even though we have grown apart in distance and time, I feel you closer than ever. I now picture a suttle weakness to your, what I used to think, unbreakable charm. My head rushes with the thought I used to think when we used to walk together and how nieve I used to be, how simple-minded I was. Now to find out that you were just as terrified as I was is a relief. My young mind worked itself up over nothing and so did yours, our hearts went in no direction but our brains took turns and did loops over the dream of one day mabye meeting the other. That dream died as did those fish in the pond, filled with pollution and toxins.