I hope this reaches you. I don’t know how else to con­tact you.

I know we haven’t talked in a while. It’s not like we ended on bad terms or any­thing — far from it. For me, high school was filled with peo­ple in that uncom­fort­able cat­e­gory known as “acquain­tances”. And while we never hung out much out­side of school, I still con­sid­ered you some­what close for a school­mate, cause the fact of the mat­ter is that I didn’t hang out with any­one out­side of school.

I’m glad I was in the same house as you, and that for part of it, your locker was across from mine. In many ways, I used to look up to you. You were dif­fer­ent from every­one, but you fit in every­where. You car­ried your­self with a com­bi­na­tion of human­ity and intel­li­gence. On more than one occa­sion, you taught me how to be a decent per­son in a way that my par­ents never could, with­out even real­iz­ing it I bet.

To be hon­est, I don’t look back on my days at UCC very fondly. They were awk­ward and uncom­fort­able for me. The only per­son I keep in touch with on a reg­u­lar basis is John. Aside from him and a few oth­ers, I was glad to leave my UCC past behind me. I still think of you from time to time though, whether it’s out of con­cern or curiosity.

I’m com­ing to Toronto in a few weeks, and was hop­ing we could meet up. I’d like to find out what you’ve been up to in the last ten years, because you used to be good at any­thing you were inter­ested in. Maybe you’ve changed as much as I have. I remem­ber you as a good per­son, and as I get older, I’m learn­ing that good peo­ple are few and far between. I’d like to keep in touch with the ones I’ve been for­tu­nate enough to know.

— Jeff