一起走过的日子（3）（2/2）
《穿过爱的时光》作者：杨柳青 2017-01-24 02:12
ff into the back of a white car. I’ll never forget watching her shut the lid down, and turning to me with a smile and saying, “Well, this is it, I guess.” I replied “Yeah... you take care of yourself. Don’t drink and smoke too much.” We laughed and hugged. She said, “Speak for yourself!” Then we cried. She’d been my best friend for the better part of two years and I knew, something inside me knew, that I would never see her again.
I didn’t get many letters this time. Just one from the place she went to from ours. Then about two years later, I got a letter from her, and she was in Missouri. She’d had a baby, by a married man.“ But he loves me,” she wrote. I felt very sad, and wondered if she’d ever really find what she so desperately wanted. Or what she thought she wanted, but not necessarily what she needed.
I never heard from her again, after the second letter. I wrote back, but never got a response. To this day I don’t know what happened to her, if she’s alive, or where she is. When she left, she took part of me with her. We became like twins, and when she was gone, I felt like I’d lost something inside me. Something deep, spirit-like. She was so full of life, and didn’t dwell on her situation, at least not outwardly. And we were close, we shared everything.
I still think of her often, after all these years. Two young girls reaching womanhood on different paths. Yet each path f***liar to the other. She still has the ability to make me smile, and appreciate all that I have and all that I am.
I didn’t get many letters this time. Just one from the place she went to from ours. Then about two years later, I got a letter from her, and she was in Missouri. She’d had a baby, by a married man.“ But he loves me,” she wrote. I felt very sad, and wondered if she’d ever really find what she so desperately wanted. Or what she thought she wanted, but not necessarily what she needed.
I never heard from her again, after the second letter. I wrote back, but never got a response. To this day I don’t know what happened to her, if she’s alive, or where she is. When she left, she took part of me with her. We became like twins, and when she was gone, I felt like I’d lost something inside me. Something deep, spirit-like. She was so full of life, and didn’t dwell on her situation, at least not outwardly. And we were close, we shared everything.
I still think of her often, after all these years. Two young girls reaching womanhood on different paths. Yet each path f***liar to the other. She still has the ability to make me smile, and appreciate all that I have and all that I am.