A Letter Not Sent

by someday_93
originally published at 10:59AM on Saturday, November 03, 2007

I pick up the pen in my left hand, but it is trembling, out of control. I pull a sheet of paper from my notebook, smooth it out, and begin.

Dear Brianna,

I wonder if you remember me. You helped me in ways I cannot even describe; you showed me the way out of all this twisted nonsense. Do you remember? Do you remember the girl you left behind?

I remember you, every last detail. I remember your brown hair; I remember that gold bracelet that you always kept around your wrist. I remember the way you would hold me and let me cry, when I thought that nothing could ever be right again.

So why did you leave without saying so much as a good-bye? Not a “good luck, Annie” not a “stay out of trouble”? Did that week really mean so little to you?

I just—

Here I stop, crumpling the paper. I can’t keep writing this. If she wants to forget all that, then, I suppose I’ll let her. It’s been eight weeks. And time heals all wounds…

I get out my Spanish dictionary and begin to conjugate irregular verbs.




  • from Ms.Jennifer:

    I love this. I work with teenagers everyday and it makes me think of them. Maybe not the idea you wanted to convey, but that’s how it struck me…. Especially the, “I get out my Spanish dictionary…” part!

  • from someday_93:

    Yes, the story was supposed to depict a teenage girl. Thanks!

  • from `espressotherapy.:

    mhmm… this is awesome darling. so deep.

  • from One Time, One Chance:

    haha – spanish dictonary…. =] nice jobb.

  • from wytherwings:

    arg im trying to give u 5* but my computer is being stupid!!! oh well, good job!!