(no subject)
dear stranger,
it's been ages since we've last spoken. how is your cat? did she finally die? did you get rid of that old basketball hoop in your driveway, or the burn marks we made on your kitchen floor while setting our barbie dolls on fire? did your father ever figure out that was us outside at two in the morning running around naked? whatever happened with "him"? are you two still together? did you finally work up enough courage to say "i love you" back?
do you remember all those secrets you use to tell me in the attic? i never told a single soul; i will take them with me to my grave. we had such wonderful summers together. you taught me how to flirt and i taught you how to sit still for long enough to read a good book (or atleast a short story). you showed me what it meant to feel and be careless, while still careful; the sort of lessons you can't learn from a book.
does that one song still make you cry? do you still have that pink barette that i let you borrow, but you never returned? do you still like to write silly haikus about teachers and the nasty girl who sat next to you in biology? do you still pretend to be an "artist", so you can catch the attention of that one boy with the stunning blue eyes? did you finally give up smoking, like i begged you to on so many occasions? is your favorite color still mint green, and your favorite television show murder she wrote?
it's been ages, really it has. i feel so weary when i think about all i have told you. you never respond anymore. i guess it's time to let you go. i miss you so. i wish you would come back to me. i'm still shaking from when you left me for the city.
sincerely,
emily
(better known to you, perhaps, as "anonymous")
p.s. i'm doing fine, thanks for not asking.