nathan c martin

when we were 7 and 10 you made my little heart sing. last night i got out the letter i had saved that you wrote me when we were in our teens. even in your letter you were so nervous! i am so sad that you killed yourself. or at least that's what i was told. the news made me think about the times we had as kids together. at the wensel's house... or the thousand times i called you. you were actually pretty nice to me, and didn't say mean things. thank you for being kind to such a dorkie little girl. i will forever cherish the memories of chasing you around with jason and catching a glance of you at edison elem; both of our cheeks would get so red! that's not easy for my cheeks. good rest, "longlost friend". <3