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Closeness

I remember you.
I remember you, and the swings. And the big rocket. And the games.

I remember when we decided to become friends. We shook hands on it. Because it was just that easy when you’re in first grade.

I remember your house. Your room. The American Girl dolls. The lemonade stands. The doll house.

I remember all of the hours I used to spend there.

It’s odd. But, childhood… you can’t replace that. You can’t replace your childhood best friend.

You seem to be gone now.
A lot of people seem to be gone now.
They seem to have faded away.. one. by. one.
You’re not the first one to go.

Closeness.
It’s weird- how you can be so close to someone for so long- and then just… not be close anymore.

Closeness. Don’t you ever miss the closeness? Don’t you ever miss that?

Not only you.
I’ve been close to various people… over the years. Same with everyone else, I’m sure.

It’s just odd to me. That it can just… end.
That closeness can fade.
That you can fade.
Until… you’re gone.

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