Ok, I'd wanted to write this for a while, but never really found the words until recently... this is MY story if I were to have written Shayne Koykzan's "To This Day," monologue.

When I was a kid, I made the mistake of weighing myself when I was 8 years old. The memory of watching the needle flutter to numbers in excess of 150 pounds is one of the few moments that I let define myself even today.
When I was 9, there was only one kid in my life who felt comfortable I'm sharing a friendship with me; and by age 10, he had given up to peer pressure, joining the rest of the school in taunting me for my weight.
When I was 19, he found me on Facebook and sent me a letter, apologizing for being so cruel in our adolescence, and asking for forgiveness. Before I granted his wish, I had only one question: "Why?" I never heard from him again.
I waited for over a week with no reply before sending a few scathing letters that ultimately led him to block me on the site. Years after that, I was on my second Facebook account when I realized my mistake, resulting in me sending one last letter, granting his wish of forgiveness, and asking for the same for the way I reacted. To this day, I still await his response.