10 May, 1999
  Val,
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Hey, I heard about what happend. How your mom caught you and and that bastard, Toni, kissing and kicked you out of the house. How you had to move in with your dad who lives forever away.

I know I probably wont ever see you again, that's why I am writing this to you. I never knew your phone number, and I don't know your dad's. I don't know his address. And you don't have the internet.

It scares me to know I may never see you again. I may never hear you bitch about your "friend" Toni, or how much you hate your mom. I may never hear you talk about the horse you love so much. We may never talk about our favorite country singers, or argue over who likes to read more (remember that?).

And that really, really scares me.

I've never lost a friend, or anyone close to me before. It's like you've died.

The seat behind me in English was empty today for the first time, and I didn't get yelled at by Mr. Fitz for talking to you when I wasn't supposed to today. We wern't the best of friends, but we were friends none the less. I only met you this year, and to tell the truth, I didn't like you at first; you seemed annoying and whiny plus you didn't have the nicest clothes. But, I realized you were really fun and not like that at all, and that looks don't matter one bit on someone's personality. Thanks for teaching me so much.

I really wish I could have known you longer. I wish I could have said goodbye.

I don't totally feel like your gone, yet. My heart wants to think I will go to school tomorrow and see you. But, my mind knows it wont happen. Maybe someday you will come back...maybe you wont.

So, for now I will listen to country music, read books, see horses, and remember you.

Kristen


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