Dear Long Lost Potato,
It has been a month since you have left this country (of course you HAD to leave right after Trump’s inauguration). I may have missed you…
Okay, I really miss you. I miss not being able to meet every week and gorge ourselves on food and make “that’s what she said" jokes. I miss not having you to push me to the curb when I say something that is incredibly low-brow humor for the 50th time in an hour. I miss being your tormentor!
And I know that I don’t show that I miss you. We were only able to video chat once for the past week and I don’t spam you daily GIFs like I promised I would. I haven’t mailed you suspicious packages or letters either like I promised to. I have been inexcusably negligent for the past month that you were gone and I am truly sorry.
I will be honest; it is hard for me to maintain friendships over long-distance. It is hard for me to keep in touch with anyone on the Internet only because it is hard knowing that I will not see that person for a very long time. I try my best for you, but I am sorry that I keep letting my school work distract me from keeping in touch with you more often.
School work and other issues make it hard for me to video chat you more and mail you (ahem) stuff, but I promise that I will be better. I promise that I will reach out to you more and be more involved with you. I also vow to send you suspicious packages at least once.
I know that I am not being the best in the long-distance-best-friends department but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you. I hope you’re having the time of your life in Hong Kong. Come back soon!
Love,
Your side person of interest in a totally ambiguously and possibly amorous relationship
