I Was A Bully

His name was Alan. He lived down the street with his grandparents. My friends would exclude him from hanging out from us. Sometimes we would take his bicycle helmet and play keep away. It didn't help that his grandfather was strict. Had a whistle he blew to call him home and would even prowl the neighborhood in his truck after him.
Regarding my role in all this, I actually didn't mind the guy. I'd even hang out with him when my friends were elsewhere. Still, I always sided with them when having to chose between.
I don't think I was a full-on bully, but it wasn't as though stood up for him more than once. Which is as bad for letting people pick on him
Alan, you probably will never read this nor will you forgive me, but I wanted to apologize for being a fair-weather friend who didn't stand up for you. I am sorry if my actions or lack of have significantly impacted your life in a negative way. I'm not trying to rekindle anything. Hell, I don't even know if you're alive right now. I worry sometimes that what happened back then may have influenced a decision to chose death. Shit, I later came to knowing first hand what alienation felt like myself.
But I just want you to know that I'm sorry.
And that's it.