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Lopende, voor het eerst gepubliceerd sep. 21, 2013
I'm Kara Stevenson. You remember those childhood friends, the ones you thought you'd be best friends with forever? I do.   Niall Horan. He was my childhood best friend.   I left Niall when I was 10 years old, with promises to write every week and keep in touch. Now, seven years later, I've sent the first letter since I've moved away.   Just seeing his address reminisces all my memories with him.   My Dad still tells stories of us two, as if in case I'd forgotten about Niall. How could I? I basically spent every second of every day with him up until I was ten.   I take the chance of sending the letter. To be honest, I don't have any hope of him replying. He's probably got better friends than waste his time on the first letter he's gotten from me.   But there's a first time for everything, right?
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Note: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talking to you, pouring out my thoughts, opinions, everything. Now that you’re gone, I have no idea what to do with myself anymore. It's just that I wish you didn't left me alone, Bailey. I blame myself for every single thing that you went through, if it wasn't for me, you would still be here. But no, I chose to be ignorant. I'm so sorry for that.