Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Goodbye to a Friend - A Short Story



Mr. Brown’s suitcase wasn’t fully unpacked when he sat down at his new desk with a pen and paper. It had been a while since he last wrote a real letter instead of an e-mail, but he knew the address to write atop the envelope by heart. It was the place from which he had just come. He gazed out the cramped window, as of yet undecorated. After daydreaming for a moment, he began to write.

Dear Jake,

From the day I was born, you have been my constant companion. We have been so inseparable for so long that sometimes it has been difficult to tell us apart. I still remember all the times my own mother would get us confused! We’ve had a lot of fun times over the years. In some ways you have formed me into the man I am today. I still remember the time we hopped the neighbor’s fence to retrieve our treasured baseball, returning just in time to avoid getting mauled by the neighbors dog. I entered elementary school, middle school, and high school with you by my side. Whether it was stealing cookies from the cupboard at my house, enormous manhunt games at night, sleepovers with other friends, playing all those pranks on Mrs. Jackson in Bio, or more recent endeavors, the memories we made together included some of the best moments of my life. Even the bad ones have taught me valuable lessons which I keep with me to this day. It is for these reasons that our parting is made especially difficult.
If I could have my way, I would not yet leave your company. There is more fun yet to be had, and I wish our partnership needn’t yet end. This farewell has been brought about by forces beyond our control. However, I cannot deny that we have become increasingly distant in recent years. I assure you that this is through no fault of your own; you are the same you always have been, and the same you always will be. Rather, it is I who has changed, and I’ve done so in a way that would make even the closest of friends incompatible. Gone are the days when we might be confused for one another; we are not nearly the same person anymore. You have your hobbies, lifestyle, and responsibilities, and I have mine. I have a different course now, and I must move on. I don’t yet know what that path is, but I suspect it is one you could not follow. I hope you understand. Please know that wherever this path leads me, I will go there with your memory.

Sincerely yours,
Jacob Brown


Satisfied with his work, Jacob Brown folded the paper twice and placed it in the envelope. He was about to stamp the envelope when he was startled by a sudden knock at the door. It was his roommate, whom he had hitherto seen only on Facebook. The introduction was a little awkward, but the hard work of unloading the car soon broke the ice. When they returned to their dorm room, Mr. Brown hastily tucked the envelope under his mattress and forgot about it; there was no time to mail a letter during orientation, so he’d have to send it later. He knew its recipient would understand.

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