Farewell, My Friend

R- diary
A- writer
F- e-mail
T - friendship
I really hate good-byes, so in honor
of one of my favorite past-times...

From: Diary
To: Teresa

You may not remember me, but I surely remember you.
There you were, your first day at summer camp when
you were nine, remember? There was no one to talk
to so you took me out of your little pink psychedelic
suitcase and poured your little heart out.

I was sure we had formed a bond that no one could
break. I was there when Rosemary (who called you
her best friend) slapped you, remember? You were
eleven years old. I still have the words that crossed
your mind, but couldn't come to say, locked away.
I would never, ever tell. I thought I was your best friend.

That was also the year that your parents divorced. Even
though it was a tough time for you. It was the best for
me. You let me know all your feelings daily. You hardly
put me down. That's what I was there for. I couldn't wait!
It lasted a couple of years. Then you became a teenager.
I waited patiently until you went through a tough time.
I knew you'd come back to me.

Then, you grew up, got married, and became a mother.
You took me out once a month. I was still waiting, patiently.
It wasn't until you got involved with someone else that you
totally disappointed me. You know who I'm talking about:
Mr. E-Mail. How could you?

He wasn't there when your then boyfriend proposed.
He doesn't even know how you felt when you held your
first child in your arms. I was there. How could you have
forgotten? Well, I'll be waiting. I'm still at the bottom drawer
of your mom's china cabinet, waiting.

Love Always,
Your Diary