I still miss her.
No matter hom many times I am reminded how crazy she is, how she hurt me, or how I have a million better things to think about, I still miss being friends with Kamieka.
I came across this e-mail from her today, when looking for something something completely unrelated.
My Dearest Veronica,
I've noticed the I do tell the internet things I don't tell the real people in my life. I want to send you letters i write them I even stamp them but what keeps me from sending them? I think it's because I am selfish and I like to tell my self I am too busy too many obstacles. Sending a simple letter is not the hard! I am just a fucked up friend.
I just want to hear tales of sunny california and your love crazed room mate making moon eyes. (Ian still thinks I am in love with you! He just sort of said it out of the blue..) There is a lot of complications going on right now and I know exactly how I want you to make it better, I want to hear about your life. I could use a little sun. So hit me back!
Holla!
Kamieka
I know us not being friends actually has very little to do with Alex, but at this point, I'm pretty sure it will be trapped in that framework forever.