I haven’t heard from you. You usually email me those junky emails, but I haven’t received one in a long time. I know I forwarded you the URL to snopes.com the last three times you sent me hoaxes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you.

We don’t have much to say to each other anymore, I know. It has been almost a year since I last saw you. We ate lunch at the Joy Luck Restaurant by my work. I had rice and hot sour soup. You were excited about your new project and I was excited about mine. You ate all of your entree, even though you said it was too much food for you. I noticed, but I didn’t say anything.

We used to share a common employment, but now I’m just a secretary and you have started your own brokerage. That’s cool. You’re doing things that I could never dream of doing. You don’t know it, but I’m doing things that you would be proud of. I don’t have much to tell you about them, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you.

Send me the one about the kid who needs everyone to send their business cards before he dies of cancer. I promise not to send you the snopes.com rebuttal.