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Dear childhood,
I remember you. Endless giggles as we played. Solving riddles of life. Stealing skittles, and getting away with it with our innocence. I remember we didn't have an imaginary friend. It was just you and I, having our own adventures. I know we can't remember most of our memories. And I know it would be great if we could remember our fun times. Since these days are filled with darkness. I'm sorry I don't remember you as much as I want to and our times together. But I'm OK knowing I had you, I don't feel normal these days. But knowing that I knew you and knowing you were my friend makes me feel as normal as I can reach.

So, dearest childhood, I will always love you. And no this is not a goodbye, this is not the end. This is a hello and this is the beginning of our true adventure story...

Love,
     Isabel

12/16/15

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