I only now have settled into my position with you. I was back and forth for a while. I disliked you, I liked you, I mocked you for the hell of it, I whined about you, whatever. I've finally come to rest.

I'm not sure which one of us matured to make that happen - probably me, maybe both of us. Maybe a lot of it was Senior cynicism. But I like you now.

I've been trying to be friends again. I think I'm doing an OK job. I'd like to hang out some time, just you and me, that's a matter of finding a day to do it. That's how it was back in the day, pre-pubescently. And now, I grew up, and we get along pretty good again. Like nothing ever changed!

Oh, you.

I think Senior Cynicism kind of grew us all up. A little bit of looking at ten sorts of bullshit and being able to point it out as such.

Bad moods are bad moods, and frustration is frustration, and until you get past that shitty critical period, that's kind of an obstacle.

I think that we both grew into our imagined age. The thoughts I once thought were intelligent and smartly observed have now grown into the emotional stability that it needs to work. Hey, I could be wrong, but that's what I read.

You were a high school casualty, for me, through much of it, and now you're... not. I can't fit it into the metaphor. But I'm glad it all turned out aces.

I definitely feel like we're headed in the right direction, and I thank you for the active periods of our intermittence. Things are good! Revel!

Keep it real through whatever shit is thrown toward you.
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