Dear Catherine,

It's me, Stevo, remember me?

It's been so very long since we last met I almost convinced myself that you would have forgotten me.

But I couldn't forget you, and the time we spent together, and I always meant to write but I figured that you wouldn't even read my letter, but here I am now, a little older and perhaps a little wiser.

So then, how are you and how have you been? I hope you're well, and that you didn't give up on university like you said you planned to do. I always admired that about you, your commitment to learning, I never told you because I was a jerk.

Are you seeing anyone? I mean, we could maybe meet up for a coffee sometime and I don't know, just talk. I always felt I could talk to you openly you know?

If you don't want to meet up then maybe we could just write each other? I hope you feel that I'm still around, because I am, I always was.

I got to go. Please write, the usual address.

ps We could meet at The Library if you feel like it, there's a new coffee shop right next door.