So it has recently come back to my attention that I used to be a horrible person. In my time of being a teenage idiot, I feel like I hurt you the most. I could give the age-old excuse that being amongst the guys will turn any nice guy into a neanderthal, but I had a choice. I didn't have to say anything, just because I was feeling pressured to do so. Not only could I have, but I should have told him that not only were you my friend, but you were like a brother to me. I never cared that you were gay, and I shouldn't have used that fact to make me look cooler in front of some guys that I haven't seen nor spoken to since graduation.
So that being said, I'm sorry for what I said about you. Not only because it caused me to lose Liz, as well. In the long run, you were more important to me. I just happened to be an idiot again after we spent so much time apart that I just sort of assumed that everything was going to be better now because I've grown up. I'm sorry for that, as well. I miss you, and I hope that someday we can have some semblance of the relationship that we once had.