Dear Old Roommate,
I must say, I was a bit disheartened by your letter. I’d like to believe that I’ve rubbed off on you a little more than I apparently have.
I don’t mean to make it sound like I live life with reckless abandon. In fact, much of my life has been lived in semi-controlled restraint. I just feel like trepidation has never been my strong point… yet a scant sliver of it still lingers.
Perhaps, then, we both need to work on it…
That being said, we should probably start writing a musical soon.