Charles, the molester.

Sometimes I wonder if the only thing that ever truly separated us back then was the distance.

And, if that was really such a terrible thing that nothing could have happened between us.

Meh.

You are one perplexing guy.

Despite that, or in spite of that, I still miss you.

And you should be meeting me in San Diego for Comic Con, but you’ve been a bum and you may very well be homeless by Monday.

Utterly exasperating.
But I love you.
I’ll call you my best friend until the day I die.
I would really love to spend more time with you.

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