(Posting this in case someone recognizes him. His face is covered for privacy. Iâll remove it if asked)
We met on Omegle when we were teenagers.
You were in England, maybe London. I was across the ocean.
Your name was Max. On Kik, your display name included Snowleo, maybe short for snow leopard. I think you were a furry.
We talked a lot that year. Kik, Steam, one time I think even a video call. You played bass or guitar, listened to metal and rap, and had a younger sister. You told me you once visited a friend in Australia while figuring yourself out.
You told me you had family in Boston. You struggled with depression, and self-harm. I didnât know what to say back then, but I understood more than I let on.
I think we said we liked each other. Maybe even loved each other. I remember wanting to meet you, but we were just teenagers with no money and no idea how.
I sent you a letter once, with drawings. I remember how nervous I was, waiting for you to get it.
One of your last messages to me said:
âI know this is a bad idea, but I just wanted to say Iâm sorry. I feel like I never gave you the attention you deserved. I still think of you all the time.â
I never forgot that because I still have it saved.
I donât know where you are now. Maybe youâve forgotten me completely. Maybe youâre married. Maybe youâre not here anymore.
But just so you know, I still remember you.
Iâm not sure why I'm sharing this now. Maybe because I'm 29. Maybe because I'm going through a breakup and reminiscing about everyone I've loved.
But you were special. I just hope you're okay and happy.