<![CDATA[Letter to Someone From My Childhood]]>

<![CDATA[Letter to Someone From My Childhood]]>I was never close to any childhood friends. I had a best friend in elementary growing up in Puerto Rico, but he ended up dating my cousin and breaking her heart with another childhood friend, whose dad was good friends with my dad, and and whose brother ended up marrying yet another cousin. Am I ever glad I was gone when all that stuff went down. Twenty-five years later, the drama is still going on. As for childhood friends here, I am still in touch with a few. Some have passed away, and others don’t have an internet life. But there is one friend that has been with me since I first saw him at the age of 8:

Dear Snoopy,

I love you, and don’t ever change 😉

Love,

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