I found something I wrote in a creative writing class in high school that I wanted to share. The subject we were assigned to write about was a childhood friend. I chose my friend Noah. Here’s what I wrote:
“Noah of the Arc”.That’s what they always called you. It didn’t help that you’re Jewish, like me.
Maybe that’s why we stuck together like paper and glue.
Like the paper that you used to eat. The first time I saw you rip off a tiny piece and pop it into your mouth, I thought I would gag. But I got used to it.
You were the first person to talk to me when I started in the middle of the school year.
We became inseparable, barely letting anybody join us in our constant games of make-believe. The teachers always told me we were the most creative. I never believed them, but you? Well, you didn’t care what other people thought or said. Didn’t care until they made me cry, teasing us for being so close but of the opposite sex. Teasing us for just being together and doing what we liked; creating.
Nine years old. Third Grade.
I remember the sleepovers at your house, putting the bowl of water between us so we wouldn’t accidentally kiss while we slept. I remember chasing your bunny around the yard. I remember how you defended me against the girls who teased us.
The only thing I regret? If we were still that close, I could have grown up to fall in love with you.
With years of love,