Yours, Always

Chapter Fifteen

Dear Diary,

In America don't people day we've been friends since kindergarten? I always wonder what the English equivalent is, is it Nursery? The thing is me and Bobby met long before then. His mum and my mum met at one of those antenatal classes; they had the same due date and hit it off right away and throughout their pregnancies met up for coffee often. After Bobby's mum had him two days early (8th April) and my mum had me two days late (12th April) they continued to meet up for play dates.

Me and Bobby learnt to roll over together, sit together, crawl together, cruise together, stand together, walk together and run together. We were inseparable. By the time we started Nursery I'm sure people wondered if we were actually conjoined twins. (Even though we looked nothing alike as I have strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes and Bobby has jet black hair and bright green eyes).

I remember our first morning at school, we were both so scared we held hands the whole day, it was a good job I was right handed and Bobby was left handed otherwise we wouldn't have been able to do anything. Once we had started school mum went back to work while Bobby's mum; an interior designer worked from home and baby sat me every day. Even though Bobby's older brother George turned five a couple of weeks after me and Bobby were born (20th April) we still played with him after school and during the holidays. Me and Bobby both looked up to him so much, he was so cool we loved playing with a big kid.

I'm sure by that point it had crossed our parents minds about how wonderful it would be if when we grew up we became a couple so it was no surprise when our teachers and our peers commented on it. At out 4th birthday party Bobby asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. Of course nothing changed, we still held hands constantly and played together but at four you know no different. That summer he kissed me for the first time, he was just saying goodbye and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips, I'm not sure I'll ever forget it.

A year later, four months after me and Bobby had turned five and George had turned ten George, Bobby and their mum were driving home from one of Georges friends birthday parties when out of nowhere a van came smashing into them. Bobby escaped with only a few cuts, Sally broke her wrist, shattered her elbow and broke her leg, George was killed instantly.

A few weeks later Bobby and his parents moved away. I wish I knew why, I wish I knew how he was. I remember him all the time but this time of year is worst. Today I'm 17.

Xxx