Dear You,
You totally harshed my mellow this morning. I was so happy about seeing C.C. again because I haven't seen her since Christmas break. It was such an epic hug. Come on, she is going to walk with us at graduation, but she's in college now. She's smarter than us, and you know that.
I sort of want to know what you were talking about when you said and I quote "Emily said she wasn't ready for me yet." I think I know, but I don't want to think about it.
Well, I guess I earned you smacking me on part of my (ass) after I smacked you in the head after I tripped and almost fell. Again. Hey, Blake asked me for help, I don't like the guy but it was okay. We couldn't go to choir anyway.
After band and we saw each other at Peavey's classroom, I loved that you told me that Emily sexually harassed you. Gave you a ten and asked what you were willing to do then. I laughed so hard and called you a man-whore. I know you don't like it when I call you that. I know that Britt calls you that, but I think that when I call you that it makes you sad, and I'm sorry I said it. I didn't mean it. I was just messing with you. I'm sorry.
So, I've always asked, and it's always been a double meaning kind of question, why you always hit me. Your answer today:
You: "Because it's what I'm good at."
Me: "Yes, you are."
You: "Is that a sufficient answer?"
Me (after thinking about it for two seconds): "Yes."
Then we both went our separate ways like we do every day. Me to a class that I detest. You, home to help your parents at the daycare or wherever you want to go in your big white truck. I know that you think that being able get in your truck and go somewhere isn't a big deal, but to me, when I ride with you, it's freedom. You know where I live, how small it is. How there is only a store and a church, and only a highway that leads to my life ahead. I'm so afraid to leave you behind. I feel like when I go to college in the fall, you'll forget me and I'll lose you forever.
-Sincerely Yours, A.
