[CONTENTID2]#2 - September 27, 2007

Dear Yifan,[/CONTENTID2]

[CONTENTID1] 

I was going to write sooner, but Wendy wanted me to spend some time with her. She's still taking the seperation hard. We miss you a lot and Wendy's not  doing a good job at hiding that. I don't blame her though; if my shoulder wasn't meant for her to cry on, I would be crying too.

I would be alone, of course. You're the only one who's ever seen me cry and I intend to keep it that way. Wendy's passed out on her bedroom floor, still sniffing. And even though it's already past midnight, I can't get myself to sleep. My heart hurts too much.

Hah, I can already hear you scolding me about how I need to go to sleep before 12AM. About how sleep is important.

Anyways, being with Wendy made me think about how much she freaked when I told her I didn't want to be your friend at first. You were never supposed to know this, but she had a MAJOR crush on you in the beginning. I can still remember what it felt like when she shook my shoulders and I dropped my cookie. You should know yourself just how much I love cookies. She was pissed and I was pissed, but for very different reasons. I didn't see the catch in having a boyfriend when we were just in 7th grade. Plus, my cookie seemed so much more important at that time. Mark was also there, but he didn't really count as anything besides a good friend.

She spoke about how we were finally 13 and that it was about t