Looking through old boxes, cards and letters for every occasion, trinkets collected from all sorts of long-forgotten events, I realized today that I was much more loved, admired, and appreciated during my dreadfully painful teenage years than I realized or remember. I found cards from people who seem to appreciate and care about me a great deal. Cards that I never remember reading or seeing... But I must have read them. Their seals are broken after all.
I wonder, when I read those kind words, written by friends some still around and some long gone, how did I react? Did I brush them off and dismiss them as untrue and insincere? My recollection of those times is very different from what I read today in these letters today.
I guess it's never too late to realize that I did actually have friends, real and caring ones, even when I felt mostly alienated much of the time.
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