Written: sometime in early 2025
Dear Tobi,
I know it has been a while since we've talked, but here's something I've been struggling with recently. I recently discovered that I can't write what I want to write or speak the random thoughts that go on in my head because it sounds like a cry for help.
But it isn't—at least I'm sure it isn't. But most won't believe me. Only those who know me will, and even they would doubt.
But I know that you'll believe that I'm not crying for help; I'm just expressing my thoughts. You'll believe me because you've known me the longest—we've been together for as long as I can remember. So henceforth, I'll keep writing to you. I hope you understand.
Note that you don't have to ever reply. I just want to know that there's someone I can talk to.
Yours sincerely,
Adeyemi