Letter 10 - Someone I Don't Talk To As Much As I'd Like To

Dear Ilya,

I miss you man. I wish we didn't drift so far apart, I'm not quite sure the reasoning, but its life and sometimes you just have to deal with it. We had some good days though, filled with jacks and air soft guns. Spent a whole summer chilling by a pool, kickin' it hardcore. That was a good summer man, I'm glad we got close.

You've told me many times that you didn't like me before you got to know me, and I'm glad you did, no homo. Do you remember the time we got straight raided by the cops at Chipotle because they thought we had guns pointed at people? Little did they know that we stashed our air soft guns in my trunk real quick right before hand.

I remember rolling through Vienna, windows down, just kickin' it all summer. We would hit up Friends if we had nothing else to do, but usually we found something to do, someway to get in trouble. Sneaking your ass out to party at hotels.

Prom man, how gay was that. We got all ready to sneak out or have our dates over but we ended up passing out to that one movie. Chuck and Larry right? That night was fun regardless.

Thanks for having my back all those years, you were always one of my best friends bro. Thank you for finally making it down to ODU two semesters ago. You and me took the best beer pong players I know, not only took them, but skunked them. Too bad we lost to girls right after.

Man although we drifted apart the past couple of years, Your still one of my best friends, because your real. You know who you are and you know what you want. You don't fake, if you didn't think something was right you'd tell me. You were real with me and I respect the hell out of that.You a great guy man, and you going live a good life, you have character, and morals. Your the real deal bro.

You boy,
Cam