Dear Achilles,
Much to my surprise, I didn't think about you at all today until I started writing to you. Maybe the counseling sessions are actually doing their job. Oh, speaking of counseling sessions, I 've never told you my counselor's name, did I? Well, his name is Abraham Yang, but he lets me call him Abraham. I wonder why he drops all formalities and allows me call him by his first name? It's strange because a counselor usually gets called by their last name, such as, Mr. Yang. Anyway, two days ago, Abraham and I were talking about you again. He asked me question about you, like "What's his favorite color?" and "What's his middle name?" He asked me questions that, before I lost you, I had thought insignificant. But now, all of this "insignificant" information about you that I didn't care to know about before seems so important to me now that you're gone. I wish I knew more about you.
Sincerely,
the one who wants to know you,
Cardia