"It's so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember." - anonymous
I open the box to find a pile of envelopes, tied together with black ribbon. Each envelope in numbered, and pull out the one with one written on it. The letter inside is a small, orange color paper that is torn messily in the sides, and is stapled to another letter that he wrote before he prosed wedding to me. I first read the words in the color paper. Even words are written with a darker shade of orange crayon.
'Dear Elizbeth, Hello. My name is Max Reynolds. I am 11 ears old and I also go to your school. I don't have any friends in school because mom and dad are dead. Dana said that they went to God to look at us from heaven. She said God took them with him because he loves them. I asked her if God dint take me because im a bad boy. She told me God dint take me because he wants me to love someone more that he loves my parents. But, I dont have any friends to love. Will be be my friend? I promise I will love u forevar if you be my friend.'
I smile after two weeks, reading the loving letter in his cute, childish handwriting, and with some spelling errors. I could see how much he missed his parents just by reading it. My heart aches for that little brown haired boy who thought his parents were looking after him from afar. I'm no different, now as I'm sitting in the corner of our room thinking that he's watching me from the heavens, nervously as I read the letters he wrote. I then begin reading the attached letter.
'Hey, Elizabeth.
I don't remember writing this letter, at all. When I asked Dana, she told me that I wrote it two days after we first met each other i.e., two days after you gave me a black eye for calling you stupid. I clearly remember getting the black eye, though. She said that I went on talking about you non stop, after seeing you in school. I even called you an angel. Right, an angel that gave me a black eye.
I remember how I felt when I first saw you, baby. It was a foreign feeling that I didn't know how to handle. My little heart always thought of talking to you, and playing with you. All my thoughts were filled with you. I thought it was because you were my only friend, but I didn't know till long that it was because you were my first and only love. You were wearing orange colored pajamas because it was your favorite color. I guess that's why I wrote to you on an orange colored paper with an orange crayon. Stalker much to know your favorite color without talking to you, I know. But, I was desperate to be your friend and I didn't exactly know how to make new friends.
I'm happy that I have been fulfilling the promise I made to you, all those years back. If you're reading this letter, it means your'e sad, and without me. I hope you aren't crying. I don't know what has made you sad enough to read this letter and why the hell I'm not there to comfort you. But, I'll come back soon, wherever I am.
Love,
Max'
P.S. Don't read more than one letter per day.
I fold the letters stapled together, along the crease and place it back in the box before I get too tempted to go through all the letters at once. I still can't believe he wrote so much to me, but never showed it. They are incredibly touching. Not only did he write me letters, but also information attached to them. If only we had more time, together. I sigh, not wanting to think about his death, again.
He was such a cute little boy, back then. He was too shy and always hid behind his sister after I punched him. I was quite the violent kid and had a bad reputation in school. Once, I punched this kid because he was bullying Max. I don't know why I did it, but I'm glad I did because that even marked the beginning of our friendship. We began having lunch together, went to the library together, and did almost everything together.
He was eleven, and Dana was seventeen when their parents passed away. They were murdered, and the case is a mystery even now. After investigation for more than a year, the police closed the case. Moreover, Dana wasn't in the position to carry forward the case because she had to earn to raise her brother. That was when she began babysitting me. Babysitting an eleven years old girl was totally unnecessary, but my parents still did it and I'm glad.
My parents helped them out, financially so that Dana could have had the education she deserved. When Dana had to go away for university, Max began staying with us. I guess our friendship became stronger during those days. I smile a little, thinking of those days and as I silently sit on the floor, and with my back against our cot, I fall asleep.
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