Wordly Wise

      Wednesday

                                        1100 Reel Foot Circle

                                             Nashville, TN

                                           

                                             September 8, 2010

Dear Christian,

       It is imperative for me to write this letter to you, because my heart has been guilty for almost six years. I have to make sure what happened that day will not recur in either both of our lives.What I did that day was not only spontaneous but extremely stupid. And as much as I wish I could take it back and how much I cried that day and many days after, I can't, and nor will I ever.

       When I left Tennessee I knew it would be the last time my sister and I saw, and perhaps even spoke to you, but that day it seemed like you didn't. We needed a ride to the airport and your parents quickly volunteered to drive us there. The two cars (small, little cars) were packed up tight, and in the end, one kid had to go alone with my dad, your dad, my mom and my little brother, while the other two kids got the opportunity to ride together for the last time. It was your choice really, I admit it wasn't easy to chose between your friends, and who you would spend the last few moments with, but I was still mad with the outcome. My sister hardly spent time with you, she didn't like going outside and riding our bikes in circles like we did, she didn't enjoy the same things we did, she wasn't there for you like I was, but you chose her.

       I don't think you realize what that day did to me. I don't think you saw how my dad had to pick me up and drag me to the car because i didn't want to leave you. I had to say bye to all my best friends that day and then another friend chose my sister over me. I conjectured that I did something wrong and I messed up our friendship. I cried all the way to the airport. And when I got out of the car I couldn't even look you or my sister in the eyes. I didn't say bye to you, nor will i ever get to.

      The purpose of this letter was to modify my guilt and sadness of that day.
            
                                                                                      Sincerely,
                                                                                          Paola C. Rivera