Its a sad fucking day for our friendship when I have to hear that you are home from Iraq via Facebook. I am so happy to know that you are alive and well. As you know, I think about you frequently, and pray that God keeps you safe even more often. When I think about the current state of our friendship, it makes me sad. How is it that I didn’t do anything wrong, and yet I am the cheese standing alone, while you and Jason go frolicking off into the land of gumdrops and sugarplums? When I decided that it was no longer in my best interest to be friends with him, I was honest and sincere with you. I told you that I would never speak ill of him to you because I respected the fact that you and he were friends. All I want you to know is that I never ever ever asked you to choose sides like he did. But if that is what it is going to come down to, I am not going to give up without a fight, you mean too much to me to just walk away. I hope I mean the same to you. I have never been anything but a friend to you. He cannot say the same.
I love you, Mister.