Over the past few weeks, I reflected on how we ended our last phone call. I realize I threw down that ultimatum out of anger and misplaced pride. I needed the distance in order to pull back and think more clearly. Now I’m done and in a better headspace. What I would like is to start over and resume talking to you again. I probably never emphasized this enough (certainly much less than you have with me), but I liked our discussions—on everything. I enjoyed hearing your perspective on various issues despite my disgruntled, wary wall you kept running into when the topic turned sensitive.

There’s value in our conversations, the lack of which I’ve felt keenly. I want to drill that point home.

I remember what I told you that night. “I’m done putting myself out there.” Apparently not so, because I believe that it’s worth having you around in my life. I’ve missed being friends with you.

The risk I’m running is that you might not feel the same way, but I wanted to open the floor for any possibility of a redo. Perhaps that makes me foolish for daring to try. The only reason I would even bother attempting, however, is because I see something good in it. All I ask is for you to let me know that you’ve received and read this message.

Thanks.