When We Was Fab

Dolly,

     Hey.  What’s up?  Not much here.  I was just thinking today about that music video of George’s, when he sang When we was Fab.  You remember that one, right?  When we were sitting in the dining room, watching it at like, two in the morning, and you said that he looked short.  Then the other pair of arms comes out of his coat, and you said, "Oh, no wonder, there’s another person in there!"

     And Ringos’ Weight of the World video was on there before hand.  I love that one.  And My Brave Face.  Lol.  You remember when you fell through the door?  God, I was so scared that my mom had woken up and was gonna yell at us.  It’s amazing that we were able to wake up that morning, considering how late we’d stayed up the night before.  That was the night I realized my original novel had no plot.  But I do remember us coming up with this whole idea to turn Keysha and Stu’s adventure into a novel series.  We’d come up with the villian and some of the situations and everything.

     Remember "Hole in one!"?  I do.  That piece of popcorn, when I was trying to throw them to you from on top of my bed.  Geez, that was funny.

     We had so many patterns in our friendship.  Ones that were probably the death of it.  I mean, we had the chasms that happened between us, then some kind of fight, then we’d make up and seemingly be closer than ever.  Yet, through everything, you seemed to understand me better than anyone ever has.  But I wonder.  Because I’m understood better now by Jason than you ever did.  I mean, some of the things he’s told me, about myself, about him, it surprises me.

     Yeah, I know.  You don’t want to hear about him.  But you know what, Dolly?  He’s worth hearing about.  You were wrong to hate him back then.  I was wrong to think that he didn’t care about me.  Or you.  He cared.  But we were fools to think things would go back to normal, even though his mom said they could.  I can’t help recalling exactly how many times he came over to talk to me, just randomly, in high school.  I should have known that he cared.  I should have known a lot of things about him.  Yet, I don’t feel guilty about not knowing, because in many ways, there was no way I could have.  Too much else was going on in my life, and I didn’t think that he saw me as worth it.

     I liked the way we used to interact.  But I do wish something else.  That I had listened to you more often.  About what you were really saying when you would talk seriously, or something.

     Okay, that’s about all I can write tonight.  Maybe I’ll do more later.  Bye.

Kate.

–Notes–

your letters often leave me sad, missing that kind of a friendship that you used to have. [Mousekawhitz]
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I didn’t know they had videos! I would’ve loved to see the one with George, he’s the best. [DorkAlert]
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like your friend said, it can’t hurt to send the letters.. [Mousekawhitz]
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