dear alaska,
remember that one time that we kissed? back in grade school, when we were just seven years old? you always believed in happily ever afters; the true happy endings.
it's just a shame that you never got to live yours.
we were on the swing set at the playground, laughing and smiling with no worries whatsoever. you had stopped swinging for a bit, claiming that your legs were tired. i had offered to push you, but you declined cheekily, saying that a princess like you could defend herself.
and you did.
you weren't just royalty, but you were tough too.
or at least that's what you had proven to me back then.
and you still had proven it, even when you got older.
i stopped my own swing, looking over at you. you looked especially pretty that day, with your yellow sun dress and white sandles. you looked at me too, smiling cutely with a blush apparent on your face. and then it happened: we kissed. it was short, but i remember how you squealed afterward, running around the playground shouting, "i kissed a boy".
it was one of my fondest memories of you.
because you were so carefree back then, living your world how you wanted to; carelessly and freely.
back then, no worries in the world could bring you down.
back then, nobody could stand in your way.
back then, i was with you and you were with me. just the two of us; living life without a hint of concern.
and now, look where we are.
i'm down here, while you're up there.
hey princess? i hope you don't forget about me.
because i could never forget about you.
-everett.
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Short Storyabout a boy who writes letters to his best friend who had commited suicide. [ short story - sincerelykal © ]
