Dear Jacob

Dear Jacob,

Do you remember that time you broke my arm? Not on purpose, of course. We were six and playing on the monkey bars. I was on the sixth bar, and you were on the fifth.

Hurry up, Anna!

Your voice was so high pitched. So sweet and full of love. As you grew, it got deeper. You had grabbed onto the bar I was on, and I had fallen off. As first it was a fit of giggles until I looked down at my arm; bleeding with a thin layer of sand around it. I had screamed, which was enough to get our parents out, and you had even started crying.

The good thing about it, was that I got a purple cast. And a lot of sweets. I had shared them with you, and we would laugh until he both had headaches. You had been the first to sign my cast. And you wrote it so large! It took up half of the cast, in which the classmates at school got very jealous that there name didn't get written on it. Even though it was years ago, I still remember the sloppy letters spelling out 'Jacob'

I remember when we met. Even though we were four, it's like a movie playing in my head. My mom had taken me to the park, (yes, the same one that I broke my arm at.) I had seen you, sitting on the swings all alone. Your golden blonde hair was a mess. You had a lonely expression, and I immediately had run over and took a seat next to you. You had looked up at me with those green eyes. Those green eyes that shone brighter than a emerald.

Hello, I'm Anna! Wanna be friends?