Andrea, here’s the update
Snow-white has run off with Happy after the Charming Prince to jail he went for kissing the girl without consent.
Wicked stepmother has cleared her name. The apple was a honey crisp, ate it herself, she couldn’t resist.
They rushed her to the ER. Pumped her stomach, sent her home in an Uber car.
how we rode our bicycles to the park on warm summer days. Mine a dull shade of green, clunky with fat tires. I think my father paid five dollars for it. You with a sleeker younger model. Didn’t matter. We were young, hopeful and complete with the moment.
how long has it been since we walked those hollowed high school halls, poofed hair, poofed pride, poofed egos? We thought we were something back then. The age of innocence, incense, and nonsense.
remember how we dutifully attended religious instruction every Thursday afternoon at Corpus Christi Church. Funny how some things stay with you and some things are on the fence.
remember the crowded lunchroom where our little clique met regularly at 11. I ate ice cream sandwiches every single day. I was size 9, you maybe no size at all, maybe zero or four.
remember the guy on the radio would say “especially you size nine.” No way would he get away with that today.
you were always impeccably dressed. A fashionista before anyone had ever heard the word. I especially remember that soft orange sweater you wore that looked so adorable on you.
all the boys we loved and left.
all the boys who left and broke our hearts. I remember you crying in the backseat of the car.
will we ever forget?
I remember the day you told me he had gotten her pregnant and they were getting married. Years later I met his son and he looked so much like him. Years later I met him, but it wasn’t the same.
we made a great team, you and me. You outgoing, gregarious and fun. Me quiet and shy. You were Penn and I was Teller. You always led the way and I always followed. I perhaps wanted to be you and you perhaps wanted to be me.
I almost didn’t pick up the day you called, not because I didn’t still love you. But a lifetime has happened since. How was I to fill you in, where was I to begin?
like a treasured yet comfortable keepsake, I had tucked you away. Distant memories flashed a do not disturb sign in my unsettled mind.
a snapshot, you were frozen frames in the reel of life. Young, long black hair flowing, petite and always from frame to frame in perpetual motion.
you often returned to me in dreams like the words to some lost but once favorite song.
we believed in fairytales then. We believed in love stories and happy endings. We believed we’d find our Prince Charming one day and live happily ever after.
perhaps my hesitation was a refusal to accept life’s changing seasons. You belonged to the spring not winter, the past not the future. Perhaps something more. Perhaps I knew in a split second my life would be changed forever.
perhaps I knew I would need to tell you how fairytales don’t always come true and you would need to tell me too.