Six Years - Stephanie Witter

Little B,

I can’t believe I am doing this. I never thought that I would be such a jerk and write a letter to tell you this. It’s because I am a coward and can’t face you.

I have spent the last few weeks thinking, imagining your face, the look in your eyes when I tell you three little words that would break us apart.

I am leaving.

Our friendship means so much to me, and I truly hope you will remember it. You are not just my little neighbor, but you are my best friend and the six year gap separating us doesn’t change that.

Even though your friendship, you, mean the world to me, I can’t stay any longer. I just can’t anymore. I am eighteen, I have graduated and now I have college ahead of me and I can finally move on. I don’t have to focus on my mother’s shit because I can build my own life. My dreams are there and I need to take my chance. Alone.

You are only twelve, but you are far more mature than you should be. You know me and I am sure you knew deep down that I would do this; leave without a look back. I need this, I need a fresh start or else I will never be able to turn the page and move on.

It breaks my heart to leave you behind with just this letter, but I don’t know how to do this otherwise. I have no clue, I don’t know where I am going with my life or if my dreams will ever come true, but my life is enough of a mess for me to not draw you in. You have enough on your plate with that icy family of yours. Don’t let them ruin the sweet and caring side of you. You deserve so much better, you deserve to smile, to have someone in your corner. You just deserve the world.

But I am not worried, not really. I hope you find a replacement in no time for our movie nights, someone who will always be there for you, someone with whom you will laugh like we used to. You deserve someone who is not fucked up like I am, someone who can show you how amazing life can be and let’s face it, I am not the best to do this. Not yet, anyway.

Don’t forget me too soon, but never look back. Move on, build dreams, dream big and go for them. That’s what I’m doing and maybe one day you will see my name on some bestselling list.

Your Big No

BROOKLYN

Finishing a shift at three in the morning was inhuman. My black converse clad feet were killing me. What I wouldn't do for a foot rub. And neck rub. I groaned and locked my very old and tired car. I shouldered my purse and walked like an old grandma to my simple one-story house, where my parents clearly hadn't bothered to keep the porch light on for my late return.

I made sure to not look at the house next door. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground and sighed. I couldn't wait to leave this neighborhood. There were too many memories to haunt me.

I climbed the four steps to the porch and unlocked the front door, ready to take a quick shower and go to bed before my mind wandered to places I didn’t want it to. I resumed my routine. I took a shower, didn't bother to dry my long brown hair mixed with dyed red locks because this July was one of the hottest of