Letter

Dear Ronny, (the boy who used to live next door)

It's Bel, remember? The girl who used to throw things at your window.
How have you been? Haven't talked to you in awhile.
But then, it's not like they had msn ready back then right?

Heard you'd gotten into a good school, and I've heard you did well for yourself.
It's all I really get to know these days, the things I hear from others down the grapevine.
Seen your name pop up now and then, in conversations here and there.
The pictures on your facebook look nothing like the face I used to know.

Will you look at that! Shy, quiet little Ronny's gotten himself quite a pretty girlfriend.
I always knew you had it in you, someone was bound to see the kind, caring person there.
I bet she's nice too, so you better not break her heart, or there would be more than one girl you'd have to deal with.

I take it you haven't been back home much either.
Silly me, I still think of it as home, but home is somewhere different now isn't it?
Still, just incase you wanted to know... they finally knocked down the haunted house at No. 16.
Not that it was ever haunted or anything, but we had fun pretending didn't we?

The Tree's gone too, apparently someone had complained that it damaged their house.
And one morning, an army of giant machine came and sawed it down.
I was watching as it's limbs trembled from the vibrations, leaves flying, sawdust spraying, bark torn, white woody interior exposed to the light of the world.
And then it was gone, a sappy stump all that's left of our Tree.
A few days later, even that was gone.
The hole they made had been refilled, and now a camellia flowers there, blood red, almost like a headstone.
I don't think we'll ever find the box of coins we buried under canopy of that tree, in that niche hugging the trunk.

Little park's been replaced with a maze of metal playing equipment and the soft squishy stuff they replaced sand with for the floor.
The Fruit Garden's gone now, with its little old Ms Morgan, hopefully to a better place.
In fact, not much is the same anymore, and I doubt we would recognize the place.
Oh yeah, the vet with its howls and ghostly calls still stands, but the rotten, gaptoothed fence had been replaced with fresh green planks though.

It's not much, but it's all I've been able to see too.
Hardly pass there.

As for myself, I've been fine as always, and enjoying life to the fullest now.
But that doesnt mean I dont miss before.
Sometimes I'd have a moment to myself to just think, and listen.
The sunlight streaming through my window would bring me back to the days when we used to see each other every afternoon to share stories, play soccer or go dig something or other up.
Hey, but we're still friends no? That's enough of a reminder for me.

Hoping everything is well and good

Your faithful friend,

Bella
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Note

I actually havent seen this guy since second grade, nor have I spoken to him.

Life goes on.

-Blood