Dear Elementary Age Me...

I don't even remember when it happened, but you know that time when you ran into a pole because you were being chased by your best friend? The one who was there for you physically, emotionally, and mentally? Who was there and gentle with you when you needed it? The one who moved away?

Yeah, I don't remember his name. A few years ago I cried over the fact I lost him. I was more upset over the fact that I don't remember his name! His name!

I often what happened to him, does it matter? Maybe not.

He could have been the love of my life, I don't know. He was...there.

I don't even know anymore. You won't remember his name, but you will never forget him.

I can promise you that.

Update: after a conversation with a really good friend, you come to realize that Cody (the name of that boy) wasn't all who you thought he was.

Be glad you don't remember him. He's the past.

You're welcome.

5/10/18