Boy, what I wouldn't give to push 11 year old me down a flight of stairs.
I read the letter over and over again, regretting my life more and more each time I did so.
But... I remember that kid. Dan. Curly brown hair. Big brown eyes. Smelled like cinnamon. We spent the summer together... Of course we lost touch after the summer ended, but I never forgot him. How could I?
I turned the letter over in my hands, trying to find some sort of contact information. Why not try to get back in touch with him? I was a sentimental person, and always had been. Not to mention my remaining lack of friends... Perhaps he'd even remember me as well. They say when you get back in touch with someone who was a close friend, you can act like you were never apart with ease.
I internally cheered as I noticed Dan's email in the corner of the envelope. The handwriting was scrawled in small letters, and I had to squint trying to make out what it said. Finally I could read- danh58302@gmail.com. The chances he still used it were slim, but it was worth a try.
It was a bit sad, really. Being my age, yet still so desperate to have friends that I'd attempt to contact a boy I haven't spoken to in three years. But... Maybe it would be worth it. Perhaps the childish dreams scrawled across the lines of the letter in my hand would come true. You never know.
Sighing, I sat down at my desk and began to type the email.
Dan,
Hey, man. Gee. Did I really just say man? I hate my life. Anyway, guess what? It's Phil! We spent the summer together at camp a few years ago. Do you remember me? I remember you. That was the best summer of my life. Anyway, if there's any chance you're reading this, please text me if you'd like to chat. Here's my number: 652-1984
-Phil
I read it over and cringed. This is why no one likes me. But sacrifices must be made... Send. No going back now. I prayed to every deity I could think of that Dan might respond.
Laying back down on my bed, I resumed my eternal staring contest with the ceiling.
Hello, Mr. Ceiling. How are you today?
...
That's good. How has your summer been so far?
...
Yeah. Me too.
And that's when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
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Love is Our Resistance
FanfictionI looked deep into his eyes, held my breath, and promised myself I'd never let myself forget these moments. So I wrote them on paper, and stuffed them in a desk drawer. If you ever find yourself trapped in one of life's countless head-numbing night...
