Jeni was one of my closest friends in high school: the kind of friendship that accumulates in notes passed in class, hundreds of hours on the phone, late nights in student government, and a brief, tender attempt at something more. We knew pretty quickly that the romance wasn't right, though I understood the reason for that better than she did at the time.

In June of 2011, I mailed her a coming out letter. I didn't know how she'd take it. What followed over the next few weeks was one of the most honest exchanges of this whole journey, and it sticks with me.

June 7, 2011

By the time I sent the email below, the letter was already in the mail.

June 8, 2011

She got the letter the same day I sent the email. Read it alone on her lunch break, then went back to work and slept on it. The next morning she wrote from an iPad she didn't like typing on, because she couldn't wait any longer.

June 9, 2011

I checked in the next morning.

She didn't write back that day. When the reply finally came that evening, it started like this.

I loved that email. The Mr. H thing specifically: she wasn't making an excuse or a judgment, she was telling me the truth about how her brain worked. She was struggling, but she was trying. And that's exactly what I needed.

I wrote back that same night.

June 11–18, 2011

A few days later, I sent her the video blogs.

Jeni was passing through Seattle on her way to a family cruise. She had a layover, a few hours, her parents on the same flight. We'd been loosely planning to try to see each other.

Over the next few days we worked out the logistics of the day we'd meet, first by email, then by SMS.

June 14
Jeni
I'm supposed to land at 10:40 and then would probably need to be back by 2p.m. at the latest. My flight # is Delta 2368. It's nonstop from Atlanta so I won't call you if I'm delayed since you'll probably still be asleep. Can't wait to see you!
Madelyn
Yay! So I guess I'll just pick you up at baggage claim okay? We can just put your bags in the car. Will you be hungry, or should we just find a place to get "coffee" or something?
June 16
I'm guessing I'll probably be hungry because I generally don't eat much when I fly but if you aren't hungry or don't feel like eating I can always just grab something to take with me on the shuttle. I'm flexible :)
I am ALWAYS hungry. :) same as before, I just have more intense ice cream cravings now is all. Can't wait to see you! :) we will eat together.
That sounds great. I'll just meet you outside. I think my parents will be fine getting their luggage. They somehow manage when they travel without me :)
June 17
I think they changed my flight #. It's 2139. I just noticed that. Didn't want to confuse you :)
Okay thanks. You know... It probably has felt like flight 2139 its whole life but was just doing the whole "flight 2368" thing cuz that's what was painted on its belly in the factory. Welcome to Seattle by the way :)

She landed. We had lunch somewhere near the airport, bags in the car, a few hours. I don't have a record of what we said.

What I have is what she wrote the next evening.

June 29 – July 2, 2011

Jeni came home from the cruise with sea legs and jet lag, and I wrote the moment I saw she was back.


Twelve days after that last email, I published the Open Letter.

Jeni lives in Georgia now. We still write. The contact is less frequent than those late nights in high school, less urgent than those June emails, but it's still there.