My life is full of wonderful people. I have few real worries these days, and I know that I can rest. But there are some things that still haunt me, and some people I still miss. Those who know what I'm talking about know who they are... those who don't are free to ask me if they want to.
I sent this message to a friend on Facebook today.
"Hey [xxxx].
I know this is weird, but ... I wanted to say that I'm sorry for hurting you. I know it was a long time ago, but we have long memories, don't we? Do you know that I can't watch Buffy without thinking of you, and that every time I see Star Wars toys, I think of that Christmas tree? I never forgot, never will.
If you're still in contact with [xxxx], tell him I still want to talk to him. I have dreams about him and his family frequently. Even though he hasn't talked to me for years, he hasn't left my mind, or my heart. I wonder how he's doing. I wonder how his sister and her kids are. I wonder if he's happy.
There are no excuses, no justifications, no explanations that will ever make what I did to you or [xxxx] okay. I am just hoping that maybe time has closed the wounds enough that we might be closer friends again.
I fully realize that before, you might have thought I was trying to get back into your lives because I wanted something from you. A place to stay, money, food, rescue from my mother's, sex, whatever. I can tell you now that I need nothing from either of you except your forgiveness, and friendship. You probably don't trust me, and I don't blame you. I know that, given the past, this is a tall order, but I'm humbling myself. To both of you. There is a piece of me missing, and I'm trying to put it back.
I love you.
-Morgan"