Letters I wrote you

Twenty-four

The house is really finished this time 

Done, everything has been redecorated

It's beautiful, really really beautiful

A piece of art.

I asked Nora to help me chose the colours, because after all,

It is our house now.

I like living with her,

I feel less alone

and we talk all the time.

I kept the big bed cause I do love sleeping like a starfish 

but it also makes me sad cause it reminds me about you.

  

Nora sleeps in the old guest room,

which makes it her room now.

I've already said this but I love having her back,

All these long talks

and silly conversations.

She looks happy to be back here even if when we were at high school all she ever talked about was getting away for here, this treacherous town.

The town where her father died,

that's where I met her,

at the orphanage I mean.

Nora's mum left her and her father when she was five, and her father died when she was ten. Her mum had never been found or if not she hadn't wanted to take care of her. So she had gone to live with her gran, but unfortunately she died one year later.

So I stayed with her and she stayed with me, we shared the same room for years, which explains how we became as close as sisters

My parents and brother died when I was 6, in a car accident 

They where going to a friends house, I was to small to go 

if not I would be dead too.

I hardly remember then anymore, they are just small memories.

I remember my mom's perfume 

that my father would make me spin in the air

 and that my big brother called me J and told the greatest story’s.

 If it wasn't for the photos I don't know if I would remember their faces.

And even then, sometimes it seems like I'm just looking at strangers.

Those are our lovely lives, it isn't astonishing she wanted to leave.

But you already knew all this.

Just wanted to talk

 -Jane