Dear B.P,
It has been decades since I last wrote to you a real letter. Can you imagine?! I was still in grade school, 8th grade, but almost ready to go into high school. You were a bit older than me, I think at least 2-3 years maybe. For sure, you were already in high school but I loved getting your letters.
Did you know that I kept them in a special tin box? I did! I also hid them in my room so that my brothers did not get a hold of them. If they had, I never would have heard the end of it.
I don't know if you know or not, but I had a thing for you back then. Oh sure, Todd. was always in my classroom and I had an eye for him but you...you wrote me letters and made me feel special. Seriously, I read and reread every single one.
Do you remember the first time that I wrote a sign off greeting in a different language? Oh yes, it became our thing to do.I don't know if you know but I found that phrase in the back of a Webster's Dictionary. Again, can you imagine?
Your words to me were beautiful and I always coveted them. Sometimes those words were the only thing that kept me going when I was seemingly having a bad time. Did you know?
Do you remember the time you called the radio station in my area and dedicated a song to me? I have never forgotten that, although, I seriously do not remember the song. Anyway, I remember you telling me about it later in one of your letters. It made me feel special and I never have had anyone else ever do that for me.
I remember you were a music nut too. You often wrote me lists of music you were listening to or music you thought I should listen to. I did too! I did because you asked me to.
Then, I went to high school. I heard from you that first year but less and less. I guess to this day, I never knew why. Then, your letters stopped altogether and I forever lost touch with you. It saddened me but for awhile, I still had your letters to reread.
Then, I didn't anymore. I don't know what happened to them.
I just wanted to say, thank you for making me feel like somebody...somebody special.
Even though it is 30+ years later, I never forgot about you and always wondered about you. My question now is...
Did you become a priest?
En ami,
M.
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Note for my blog readers, This is not a fake person or fake memory but a very real person. I have deleted his name and places that might identify him on purpose. This letter however was written as a blog prompt but quite heartfelt and true memories of him. Tell me someone you used to know, what one thing would you say to him/her.~Naila Moon
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