We got sushi once, you, me, and a couple of your
friends. It was nice, like a glimpse of what that
last year could have looked like. I giggled and
tried not to let my nervous fingers play with the
black strands of unfamiliar hair lying limply
across my collarbone. Did you notice that I wore
that shirt you always liked me to wear? I wore it
just for you. I wore it because you rescued me
from what could have easily become the loneliest
time of my life and I felt like I owed you the world
for that. I couldn’t give you the world, though, and
I’m sorry, but I would do anything - anything - you
asked me to if it would only prove to you just how
grateful I really am. I wrote a short children’s book
about you and how you saved me from the evil giant,
complete with illustrations. Was that enough?
