Can't wait til I'm old enough to feel ways about stuff
I'm in the middle of one of those moments that is so unusally beautiful you can't but cry, and it's fantastic. As many of you know, I recently sent out a bunch of letters, I'm pretty sure they've all been received. Any way, I need to backtrack to years in my past for a second...
*nostalgia clouds*
In the third or fourth grade, I made a friend in my class who was staying with a foster family. I was never quite sure why she was in a foster home, but part of me is happier not knowing. Anyway, we grew quite close and it was decided we'd be pen-pals after she moved back to her parents house. And we were. I kept up with letters for several years, but when I moved, I never wrote her, and she wouldn't have had my new adress. For the last five years, I actually did think of her often, but it was one of those things where I thought if I worte her, she'd be mad that it was years late and not want to talk to me, or something. My brains oftens thinks like this. So as I was writing letters out to the Nonagons, I decided "no more putting it off, it's time", and on a blank piece of paper I wrote "I'm sorry" and mailed it to the address she gave me years ago. I was actually terrified to find out if she'd write me back or not. I mean, how do I know if she still lives there, or she's even alive for that matter? Well, today I received a letter from her. And accompanying the letter was this picture
One the back of it written "My how things change". And this is the single most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't even explain it. Maybe it's knowing that Patrisha is fine, all grown up, and never forgotten me, and the fact that she's a mom now. I would not lie, I cry every time I look at it, but like good crying. Her letter was about two pages long, explaining everything that\s happened to her since like, the sixth grade. Stuff like classes she's taken, sad stuff like a suicide attempt and being diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and happy stuff such as her marriage and the new baby. I have no idea how I'm going to respond to her, nothing happened to me since we last spoke. Her son's name is Arches, and he was born on Sept 3, 2009. What I find amazing about that is that the third is the exact date I sent her letter. That seems kind of magical to me.
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Well, it's not often I have things to say on livejournal that aren't negative, so I thought I'd share that here. It's not like I can find anyone in the area that would care. I need to think of some where to put this photograph.
*nostalgia clouds*
In the third or fourth grade, I made a friend in my class who was staying with a foster family. I was never quite sure why she was in a foster home, but part of me is happier not knowing. Anyway, we grew quite close and it was decided we'd be pen-pals after she moved back to her parents house. And we were. I kept up with letters for several years, but when I moved, I never wrote her, and she wouldn't have had my new adress. For the last five years, I actually did think of her often, but it was one of those things where I thought if I worte her, she'd be mad that it was years late and not want to talk to me, or something. My brains oftens thinks like this. So as I was writing letters out to the Nonagons, I decided "no more putting it off, it's time", and on a blank piece of paper I wrote "I'm sorry" and mailed it to the address she gave me years ago. I was actually terrified to find out if she'd write me back or not. I mean, how do I know if she still lives there, or she's even alive for that matter? Well, today I received a letter from her. And accompanying the letter was this picture
One the back of it written "My how things change". And this is the single most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't even explain it. Maybe it's knowing that Patrisha is fine, all grown up, and never forgotten me, and the fact that she's a mom now. I would not lie, I cry every time I look at it, but like good crying. Her letter was about two pages long, explaining everything that\s happened to her since like, the sixth grade. Stuff like classes she's taken, sad stuff like a suicide attempt and being diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and happy stuff such as her marriage and the new baby. I have no idea how I'm going to respond to her, nothing happened to me since we last spoke. Her son's name is Arches, and he was born on Sept 3, 2009. What I find amazing about that is that the third is the exact date I sent her letter. That seems kind of magical to me.
.
Well, it's not often I have things to say on livejournal that aren't negative, so I thought I'd share that here. It's not like I can find anyone in the area that would care. I need to think of some where to put this photograph.