Best Friend

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"And now, our graves sit together, under the big old tree that we used to play under as children.
Together."

Submitted: November 29, 2014

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Back when I was four years old, I used to have a best friend.

We used to play in the large meadow behind her house every day. We did everything together. We would eat together, sleep together, bathe together, play together. We did everything together. When we both turned 5, we went to the same preschool, and we were put in the same classes.

Back when I was eight years old, I used to have a best friend.

We had been together every year since the beginning of school, and now she had to leave me. Her father got a special job far away, and she was forced to leave me. The day before she left, we went to our special place in the meadow, and we carved our names into the biggest tree in the field.

Back when I was thirteen years old, I used to have a best friend.

I was a lonely and boring child in middle school. I sat by myself, I never tried to make friends, and I was always eager to go home and write a letter to my best friend far away. Every day I would go home and check the mailbox, waiting for her letter to come. When it did, I would read it with such excitement, and I would write back and send it immediately. But pretty soon she had to move again, and without knowing it, so did I. It was without warning, so I was never able to send any letters back.

Back when I was eighteen years old, I used to have a best friend.

I hadn’t gotten in tough much with her after I moved. I went to a private high school and made new friends. I even happened to get a boyfriend. We went to parties, we had dates and we even went to prom. I always smiled genuinely, but there was always a space in the back of my mind where I would always think of her.

Back when I was twenty-five years old, I used to have a best friend.

I hadn’t gotten very in touch with her at all, and pretty soon I was able to forget her. The memories were buried deep within me. I would go on about my daily life of college without thinking about it, but at night, in my sleep, our time together would always creep back in, and I was able to revel in it until morning.

Back when I was sixty-two years old, I used to have a best friend.

I had had my first, second and third child by then, and I was already seeing my grandbabies. They would come over to hear the stories of my good old days, and of the princess sisters of the land of Arana. There one were two beautiful princesses in the kingdom of Arana. These two sisters were the best of friends, and they would do everything together. One day, the evil prince from the neighboring country came and kidnapped one of the sisters, and she was never seen again. Nobody ever knew what happened to her. The kids liked the story, but how often they wished they knew the ending. So did I, I told them.

Back when I was eighty-six years old, I used to have a best friend.

I ended up going back to the meadow for the fifty-year anniversary of my husband and I’s marriage. He had told me I could go anywhere I wanted, and when I told him about the meadow, he smiled gently. When I went, I was remembered of memories that had gotten fuzzy with old age, and I felt like I was young again. I went to the big tree of my childhood, and I traced the names imprinted on the wood. And I smiled.

Back when I was one hundred years old, I used to have a best friend.

I went back to the meadow, and the first thing I noticed was a small grave lying beside the big tree. When I went up to it, I was ravished by emotions I had never known, as the name that stared back at me was one I knew all too well. Beside the grave stood a young woman with flowers. When she saw me, she smiled and handed me a letter and walked away. As I read the letter that night, I could not help my smile as tears rolled down my face.

Back when I was alive, I used to have a best friend.

We did everything together. We would eat together, sleep together, bathe together, play together. We did everything together. When we both turned 5, we went to the same preschool, and we were put in the same classes.

And now, our graves sit together, under the big old tree that we used to play under as children.

Together.

 


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