Day 7 - Ex friend

Dear EX friend,
I met you when I was practically a baby. Our parents made us do the whole "little couple" thing. -.- What is up with people doing that to poor little innocent kids? Haha. Anyway, you were my playmate. I loved going to your house cause you had everything! Not to mention my favorite type of stairways! The ones that swirl up! Oh boy, I loved going up and down those stairs. I remember when we would race cause there were two. I really liked your parents cause they were both Doctors. I think that's why I grew up wanting to be one. Cause they would come home in those white jackets and nice scrubs, had a huge beautiful house, and would help me if I hurt myself.. not to mention how sweet and nice they were. You were just as nice.. sometimes! I remember wanting to be a boy cause of you, cause you would always ditch me when our brothers would come around. So I tried to be a boy and you made me cry cause well.. that didn't turn out too well. >.< You were my first my friend. Best friend. Sadly you had to move, I was so hurt I didn't talk to you for weeks. ( whoever said that kids don't know pain/ don't stress are so wrong.) Until the day before you left when my family came over. I just sat on the stairs and you played with the older kids. Before time was up, we had one last race up and down those pretty stairs. I was so determined to win and beat you into the ground.. and it happened. You fell down the stairs and started crying. I felt bad cause I wanted that in the beginning... but it felt wrong. You said you weren't crying from the fall, but cause you were leaving me your bestie behind. I just stood there until our parents came and told us to say our goodbyes. We hugged and our parents made us cheeky kiss. YEAH YEAH, KODAK MOMENT.. they took a picture out of nowhere. Normally we would make a big deal and attack our parents, but we didn't care this time. As I left we both knew we would never see or hear from each other ever again.. and we were right. Pretty smart for 6 and 7 year olds. To this day I still remember you. Why? Cause you were my first real friend that could talk. Haha. And because of the whole stage I went through about being a boy. I really do hope you and your family are doing great. Wherever you may be. I hope you're involved in church, and that you still love Jesus "more than I do." I wish you well and I hope you're enjoying life as much as I am.

Sincerely,
Little Lisa.