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Hey Arthur, I can't believe you're 20. Remember when we met? I was 14, a freshman. You shadowed one of my classmates. I couldn't dance, so I sat with you and talked to you during that class. You wanted to be in musical theater. We exchanged DieviantArt usernames. You told me later you were sad when you found out I was dating someone, but that was in October, 2010 In January we shared a first kiss. My mom walked in on us, remember? Then, in march, I came out to see you for your birthday. That was pretty funny. But your friends hated me. Remember the drawing you did in the car of the two of us and your friend? I remember the music was playing so loud in the car I had a headache, but all I wanted to do was hold you. I was 15. We had been together a month and a half or so at that point. We told each other so many secrets. We had a difficult relationship - I know now that I had a lot of issues to work out then. I'm sorry I called you an idiot that one time over skype before the meet up in Japan town. And when I was in Italy. I tried to call you on skype as often as I could but, with school, and the time difference, it was hard. I sent you letters as often as possible. I sent you bracelets as well, I had gotten them in Florence. One letter I sent had a kiss mark for each day I was gone - so you wouldn't have to go a day without a kiss from me. I think I was seventeen when you proposed to me on the beach. I would have married you then and there. Sometimes, I miss you more than anything. Your kisses, your touch, the way you curled next to me when you slept. But... things are different now. From what I understand, you detest me. I don't blame you. I ended up being a shithead to you, and in a few relationships that followed - none of which lasted very long, usually because of me. I lost friends, too. Kaya, Cody, Griffin (well, he was dating you at that point but, anyways) to name a few. I'm sorry for how I treated you at the end. I'm sorry for not being able to let you go after you ended it. I don't expect you to answer this. I just hope you read it. I'm sorry. WE are sorry. All of us. Still here, inside. It's a little less crazy now. But we still think of you. Some more than others. I hope someone shows this to you. Happy birthday, Arty. I hope it's a great one @fluffyillustrator

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