Sarah and I spent some awesome time together last night. I told her the stories of the two novels I wrote in high school. Can you call them novels if they were never published? Hmm.
And I called Emily today. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my beautiful pen pal in a year. I woke her up. She sounded so much older and so much more experienced. She just got back from her first year at FSU in Tallahassee. I told her my parents are moving down close to her and she couldn’t believe it. I asked her about her first year at school and she just sighed.
She and Brandon got back together after he beat her up. She said they had an amazing relationship for a while, but then it fell apart because they had sex. They both felt guilty for that, but then she got pregnant. A month or so later, she had a miscarriage. Brandon then felt like he was off the hook and left her. She was alone for a semester in her apartment, dealing with all of that by herself, and I started to feel guilty because I didn’t keep in touch with her when she needed me the most.
I told Emily about Sarah and how we both read her letters together the other night. She said she wanted to meet Sarah. I told her I may be in Pensacola for a little while and that we have to hang out. She agreed.
This is unbelievable.
We can never say goodbye it seems. She messed up, but she is forgiven. She explained to me how she was getting her life back in order. I want to go down with my parents just so I can spend time with her.
It’s been nearly five years now since we first met on that summer night at Deep Creek.
My how we both have changed.