Dear Secret Code My Friend and I Made Up in Sixth Grade,
You were very much the embodiment of that beautiful, intense friendship. We could write fluently to each other in an alphabet we created and guarded the secret of with all of our might – well, I guess it is not really surprising that we had to break up four years later. A fire will consume all the oxygen in the room.
Thing is I can’t remember any of your letters now. I have a vague memory of the shape of the
-e.