Dear Sarah, 

I know only the rough details of your experience. I didn’t want to know. It wasn’t someone else’s story to tell. I feel nervous even doing this. I want you to know that I’ve expressed my anger at this violation of your trust and that I will never tell a soul what I have learned inappropriately. I found it hard to listen to what I heard about your story from someone I thought I could trust with mine story of sexual abuse.  Looking back, maybe I should have told you but high school is confusing and growing up is even harder. Maybe I should have told no one but denial is not an easy place to live. I read an letter on this site and it reminded me of you but Sarah is a common name and the world is a big place. I want you to know that I love you even though we’ve lost touch. I want you to know you can do anything you set your mind to, that you are strong, that you can always call me, that you are a bad ass soccer player (Ms. Q would be proud). We are both strong survivors. I wish things were different and we could still stand tall together. I still have the beautiful flowered jar you gave me. I filled it with shells to remind me of beachy home. Love,