EIGHTEEN
Dear Erin,
I have been thinking long and hard about how to tell you things that never really make it to our day-to-day conversations. Things you should know. Things I’ve kept in my heart for years. You’d think that being friends for a long time makes you confident about being honest, but that’s a mistake.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I have nothing on your fantastic memory, but I can tell you this: I still remember the day you asked me to teach you how to dance.
That wasn’t the best year of my life. I was diagnosed with alopecia areata and felt like the entire world was crumbling beneath my feet. Dramatic s**t, right? When you came up to me and asked for a favor, I was dumbstruck. You said you wanted to audition for Green Room’s next production, but your two left feet would be a
