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Hey Will,
I know I haven’t written to you, sorry about that… Ever since you left, there’s been this hole. I can’t quite describe it, but all I know is I wish you were here. Dustin and Lucas are great, but I miss your old campaigns, and all your sick drawings you’d make. I haven’t written, because, well… I guess it’s because there’s so much to say, and so little room to do so. Plus. It’s not the same as an actual conversation. Like, how are you supposed to respond to me when I’m just word vomiting my thoughts onto paper.
El told me you’ve been painting lately, I’m so glad you’ve been able to get back into art. I remember, back when you were missing. I would sit on the couch, and just run my fingers over the drawings you made. God, I missed you more than anything. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but when you disappeared I felt crazy. I was the only one that believed in you, that you were still alive. I’m so glad I never gave up, I can’t imagine life without you, Will. I remember sobbing into my moms arms, mad at the world for trying to move on. If I lost you, I don’t think I would ever really move on. I couldn’t. Because it’s “crazy together”, right?
This is stupid, I know I’m supposed to be the writer out of both of us, but for some reason it’s hard to get the words out. I wish the walkie-talkies worked from a longer distance. I keep trying to call, but the line is always busy. I’m guessing your mom is preoccupied with her job, or something… Still. I wish I could talk to you without having to write a whole essay. Like, what am I supposed to say? Do I just write out random questions and wait for the response? I feel stupid. Not that writing to you is stupid, but I don’t know. It just feels silly. You should be here. With us. With me… the party isn’t the same. I know I already said that, but I just miss you. I miss the way you’d get so into it, how when we were playing, it was like the outside world didn’t exist anymore. It was only the world that you had created, where we could be anything. I wish real life was the same.
Okay, I guess I’ll get onto telling you about everything that’s been going on. We met this guy named Eddie, man he’s so cool. I think you’d love him. He’s got the coolest style, long shaggy hair, sick jewelry. OH! And his music, dude he listens to the best stuff! I bet you’d be able to talk for hours about songs you like. Metallica, Guns n Roses, all of it. But the coolest thing– HE’S A DUNGEON MASTER. No one could ever replace you as dm, but it’s been cool getting back into D&D. Do you remember when we first discovered it? Man, I’ve been thinking about that day a lot. You had so many cool ideas, all I wanted to do in that moment was hear you talk, all the different creatures you came up with, all the stories. Do you ever still make stories like that? Anyways, other than our new friend, not a lot has been going on. It’s weird without you here, Hawkins will never feel the same. There’s just something about your presence, the warmth you bring to the group. I can’t explain it, but I just feel like our relationship was so much… deeper… than with the others. Not in like a weird way, I just feel like after everything that happened in the upside down, and everything with El. But now you’re so far away, I’m scared of losing you. Of drifting apart.
Sorry, that kinda got cheezy. Anyways, since I filled you in, now I need to hear about your life. El has suspicions you might like someone? Is it true? You know, it was so early when we met El, I never talked about my crushes to you. And you were always… avoidant about it. But maybe you’ll tell me this time? No pressure or anything. Have you still been drawing? They were always my favorite. You’re so talented dude. Okay, words clearly aren’t working for me anymore so I’ll end it here so you don’t have a stroke trying to read my writing. I miss you dude. We all do (mostly me tho).
Love, Mike