#170 - G.Y.

The shining star in my Marine collection, you were built, mind and body. You pursued me, then went back to her, then pursued me, then went back to her. The choice was hard, so I made it for you, but you never thanked me.

#169 - B.A.

The first day of class, I thought you were some drama-filled kid that was trying to speak in a fake British accent. No one told me you were the Australian exchange student! I learned so much from you, and we'll all miss you next year.

#168 - H.R.

He left you, and it was horrible - I'll give you that. But you refuse to let go, and you monitor his every move, trade money that he needs for sex you want and cut down even his platonic friends. You are so gross.

#167 - J.H.

Big, bumbling and brilliant, you wore Velcro shoes and pants that were a little too short. I adored your eccentricity and I sat and flirted at your oblivious self. My friends laughed at me, but I saw how special your heart was.

#166 - B.T.

You turned the Writing Lab into a home for all: scared Midwestern farm kids, Ph.D. students from India, refugees from African nations. We'd throw huge holiday parties with food from all over, and talk and laugh and share for hours. You are so very loved.

#165 - B.A.

Tiny, with bouncy brown curls, you were loud and outspoken but always really friendly. You coined the phrase, "here's how it's gonna be: I'm gonna fuck you, you gonna pay me", which made me laugh hysterically in any given situation. Did you ever marry that elusive fiance?

#164 - M.G.

I joked once about your Mafia connections and you got serious, telling me about getting roughed up in a bar by the mob. A huge sweetheart, the thought of you being mean makes me laugh - unless I turned down sushi. Then you'd be pissed.

#163 - M.D.

In high school, you were silly, sweet and quiet, and I always liked you. Years later, you're conceited, and you're an avid, outspoken military wife. You favor trite, threadbare phrases and I yearn to avoid you as much as possible.

#162 - J.A.

"You can't pick which parts of the Bible to believe," you said, "It's either all or nothing." With those words, we unclasped hands, and my devotion to you and to God was severed with a single phrase.

#161 - S.B.

The picture: the three of us, me in the middle (of course), standing in the Indianapolis Hard Rock Cafe. You're both leaning towards me possessively, seemingly a love triangle. The truth? You were about to break up, and I was the popular diversion.

#160 - C.S.

You read, and it calms me. You speak, and it soothes me. You touch, and it moves me. You are calm and passive until you need to be strong and demanding. I adore the depths within.

#159 - S.P.

You're not my cousin, really. You have this massive body that could be considered cruel but instead surrounds one of the sweetest and caring minds in the world. We'll just forget that you're a trained killer, former Marine.

#158 - C.S.

Cocky as hell, you were bi and spread your lovin' all around your little group. I wonder what else you spread? I am glad that I, as naive as I was in my youth, did not partake.

#157 - A.W.

Dirty-blonde hair, you were underage and lived with a bunch of guys. You flirted with me incessantly, until I said "sweetie, it's okay, you're allowed to just be someone's friend" and then you sobbed and I knew it had nothing to do with me.

#156 - B.E.

You and two friends showed up at B.G., out of the blue. I threw on all-black clothes and tried to fit in, but I was so confused by the relationships between the three of you that I gave up and sent you back to Florida.