Dear Friend

Dear Friend,
About a week ago, you chatted me up over the I.M. and told me that you didn't like the way things were going in your life. You told me that you kind of didn't want to be alive any more. You had too much work to do, too many people getting on your case... you scared me, Friend. For a moment there, I thought I might lose you.
When we both logged off that night, I grabbed some candy and drew a picture for you. I began searching out an envelope so I could send you some happiness. Unfortunately, I found out that we didn't have any stamps left. I was forced to wait.
I told you multiple times about how much you mean to me. So, this post is for you. Friend, the next time you get down in the dumps like that, think about the fun moments. Think about the rubber spiders, the funny stories, the life-sized paper Frg, the novels we've written side by side, the piano recordings we send to each other, and those epic drawings.
Sooner or later, I have to get blood work done. When I told you about this, you were upset. You were afraid of what would happen if the doctors found something bad. Do not worry, Friend! I will always be here to log on and talk to you. Even if the doctors do find something bad, I will survive. I'm more likely to die from falling out of a canoe than if they find something bad in my blood. Think about it. Makes sense.
Note: I've already fallen out of a canoe before, and I lived, so no worries. (Such wonderful memories of camp....)
Friend, remember our farewell? Stay safe, be awesome, and remember that I love you with all my spleen? Well, think about that for a moment. Stay safe. That's an obvious one; staying safe, and returning without getting hurt or hospitalized. Be awesome. You're an epic, awesome friend. When you go places, hold yourself with high self-esteem. You're awesome. Keep it in mind. The last bit: I love you with all my spleen.

Nuff said.
Love,
-LE

Ps. You're going to receive a big envelope in the mail soon. Be wary of rubber spiders. >x)