A year and a half or so ago, I started writing letters to some people, current friends, past friends, that I never intended them to read. Sometimes doing this gave me some sort of closure, sometimes I felt like even though the people I was writing to didn't know it, that they would somehow sense it and understand what I was saying to them anyway.
I found one of those letters recently and while I'm not publishing it all online, something told me to publish the last page.
I wonder if the person I've written to knows who she is, if she ever felt it, and if she did, if she knows, she should contact me somehow and let me know. If whoever it is contacts me and it is in fact her, then I'm going to send her the first half of this letter.
So, here we are. Happy guessing.