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Childhood is the opening in the low garden wall that lets us into the magical mystery world of the future. We might outgrow many childhood things, but will never lose the images and stories.
Dear Carnelia,
Do you remember the letter that I gave you when we were Sophomores? I really meant what I said. You are a friend and I love you even though you hurt me many times. The way you insult and ignore me, it's painful but because of my patience I still learned to care for you still. I forgave you everytime you apologize. But this time it's different. You are mad at me even though I don't do anything rude to you. I smile at you when we meet in the hallway, in the road, or anywhere else. I just can't figure it out, what are you getting mad about. I chose my words because I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings but you still get angry at me. I hate it when you don't tell me what's wrong. I hate it when you ignore me everytime I get close to you. For me it's an insult. Sometimes I think I want to die because I can't take the pressure of watching your every move that convinces me that you are mad at me. But oftentimes, I can imagine the life of not having you around. It's a good life but I still want to settle things. I want us to be friends again. But if the time will come that I've reached my limit. I just want to say Goodbye.
From,
Amethyst