Dear Ben,
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A cold, lonely puppy is wandering around the city, searching for something. You don’t see it. You’re too busy thinking about the art project you need to get done for first period. It’s starting to rain. You speed up so you won’t get wet. A girl in a purple raincoat walks up to the puppy from earlier. You don’t see her either. She looks at the puppy, seeing something in its eyes. You might have seen it too, if you’d have bothered to look. The girl holds her hand out to the puppy. She drops something. The rain carries it down to the sewers. It’s about to fall in when you finally look up. You pick it up at the last second. A golden heart-locket with a pink ribbon that goes around your neck. You’re about to open it when the girl runs up and stops you before you get the chance to look inside. She takes it from you, thanks you, and rushes off like she wants nothing to do with you. You’ve probably figured out by now that I was the girl with the locket. Or maybe you didn’t, but you’re pretending you did because I said so. You might not know me, You might not remember me. But I know you, I remember you, even though I’ve tried so hard to forget. I knew you and you knew me. That is until they took you away. They took you away, and made you forget. The summers we’d play hide and seek with the neighborhood kids. They always found us. Or on your ninth birthday when we had ice cream cake and went to the pool. You’re not the same as when I knew. I want you to keep the puppy, because when I look into its eyes I see you, and I’ve been trying to forget. I didn’t expect you to be there. Maybe you remember me now. Or maybe you’re about to tear this letter to shreds. If you saw inside the locket you’d have freaked out, since you don’t remember knowing me. Like the summers we’d chase the ice cream truck even though we knew our parents didn’t give us dessert until after dinner. We planned on going to Disney World together one day, because we were the only ones in our class who hadn't been. But then you got sick. You went into a coma for the rest of 5th grade. You were my only friend. But they took you away. You moved to California, and I bet you've already been to Disney World already. All you left behind was memories. And photos of us in the summer before you got sick. Once you were gone I started trying to forget you. They said you'd never come back to New York. And yet...here you are. We're moving to Alaska. My dad got a job offer there. I wrote this letter because I realized I would never be able to forget you. But I could at least try to make sure you would remember me. Maybe I'll see you again. Maybe when I do I'll see in your eyes the memories of us that you'd forgotten. Maybe we'll have a happily ever after.
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-Faith
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