Wishful writing

Lovely prompt today [read more about it here].

Dear B,

I know you must be mad at me, mad at me for running away from you the way I did, the way I still am.

Thank you for all your emails, thank you for remembering my birthday even though it’s not listed on my facebook account [don’t even know if it’s still there, I mean the account]. Thank you for updating me on what’s going on in your life, every now and then, and missing me – but guess what, I miss you, too. Thank you for fighting with my friend [I’ve heard you no longer speak to each other] only because you cared for me a lot, I know.  Thank you for letting me run away when I wanted to and keeping it a secret till date.

I remember those days – the days we used to do crazy things together. I remember our fights and then the making-up. I remember when you cropped your hair short only because I told you so [you should’ve seen the shock on your mom’s face ;)]. Trust me, I remember everything and a little more. I remember how you finished your A-Levels for me, and me ONLY [I remember how everyday you’d remind me of it]. I remember our plans to run away, travel and go globetrotting.

I am sorry I don’t write back. I’m sorry I can’t be there when you need me the most and I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you – for the questionings [later boycott] that came your way just because I was on the run. I’m sorry you are taking the blame for letting me run and I am sorry I am now running away from you as well.

Some day, we’ll sit together and maybe do all those crazy things again… Even if it’s somewhere in a retirement village… Even if our hair’s turned all grey… Even if we need canes [or better wheelchairs] to be mobile… Even if…. well no matter what we’ll do it all!

Until then… God bless you, God bless me!

Love,

Cousin Di