When I was 7, me and my mom were watching the video of my baptism, and she told me that the woman standing next to her was your mom, holding baby you. For this reason, I knew I wanted to befriend you. I couldn't have been more right to do so. We spent the remaining 5 years of Primary school together, doing school projects together -like the essay on frogs- playing at each others houses, of which the brightest memory was bouncing on the trampoline in your backyard. Your little sister would play with us too sometimes, which usually worked out for us. I remember learning do-re-mi on your toy piano, which I was really excited about because I loved singing more than anything at the time. We were a lot like each other, and later we found out we shared Aspergers, a form
of autism. We were both very easily ticked off, you more so than me, running after people with chairs to beat them with if you had to.
Time tore us apart though, and age did too. You started hanging out with the boys, and I started hanging out with the tree on the playground because there wasn't really anyone else for me to play with. We'd still see each other, just less frequently. And then the age came where the boys told you it wasn't cool hanging out with the weird girl, so you simply stopped. You'd always just hit me or something if I talked to you, and at the very end of the year, that was it. I lost you then. I was still bitter about it for a while, but that passed too.
If you'd read this, I want you to know that I'm really glad i saw that baptism tape. Because if it weren't for you, I'd probably have been alone most of the time, since most of the others weren't all too nice most of the time. I'm glad you've done a lot better finding friends over the years.
So, how about you? Remember me?
