hoping you’ll read this someday;
You were the blue-eyed boy of my dreams.
I was so proud to call you my best friend; in the days when boys had germs and girls had cooties, you were still by my side everyday on the playground—you even shared your pudding with me when I had none. And at nap time, you laid your blue sleeping mat next to mine, and watched me as I fell asleep.
I remember those days after school, when you’d walk down the street to my house, and I’d teach you how to read. It was the same book every day… the one with the golden retriever on the front and the red binding.
I remember being afraid of your brother, for all of the times that he pulled pranks on me, and made me feel stupid. But you always let me know when it was safe to come out and play.
For almost seven years you were my best friend. We had every class together from day care until the second grade.
Then you moved away from me.
And all that was left, were the memories of wild chases through the sunflower garden and grapefruit trees, the crinkly french fries for lunch and bike rides around the block. All that was left were your grandparents, who still live on my street, as reminders of my childhood created with you.
I wonder where you are now, what you look like. I wonder what your interests are now that we’ve grown and matured. I wonder what music you like, what clothes you wear, how your hair looks. I wonder what your astrology sign is; the one thing I can’t remember for the life of me is your birthday….
I hope some day I might see you again.
I always check from time to time when there’s a strange car parked on our street…
I wonder if you ever sometimes think of me, too.
I miss you.
there are several old feelings I wish to reveal to you,
but I was taught not to dwell on the past.
humm.
perhaps one day you will learn who I am.
