Dear James,
Thanks for being a good friend and letting me stay over last night. I Think our friendship will only get stronger with time. Who knew that when you walked in to Ms. Frankel's classroom ten years ago that we'd be a match made in heaven. You are my missing half, James. So, if for any reason we lose touch in the years to come, promise me that when we're both 35 years old we'll meet up and rehash our past. Regardless of what is store for us in the future, 2033 will be the year of James & Richard! See ya in class on Monday, buddy! - Richard Madison
I wish I could count how many times I've read that note from Richard, searching for any hidden clues that might help me figure out where he is now. As I got up on January 1st, 2033, the only thing I could think of was "This is the year of James & Richard". Was Richard also thinking of me when he woke up on the first day of January? Do I pursue our twenty-year-old agreement? Will Richard even want to see me now? These questions flooded my head for the majority of January, leaving me no choice but to simply make a move. Below I have posted a song for my