The Last Goodbye.

Dear Corey,

Memories began flowing through my mind, of when we first met. It was spring, because the trees had just started
shooting out blossoms. I was moving in to your neighbourhood. I was the new girl in town, I was eleven. Word had
got out that a new girl was in the neighbourhood. All the boys and girls of the neighbourhood wanted to see who
this new girl was. I was the attraction, only for a short time. You were the first person I met. You introduced yourself
to me as Corey. You asked me what my name was, and I said, Natasha.

You were one year younger than me. You had the curliest hair I had ever seen on a boy, Short, dark curls. I liked
you, secretly. You came to my house almost everyday to visit me. Your complexion to me was like the colour of
butterscotch. You were kind and gentle to me. When I would come home from school, you would meet me at the hill,
by the barbed-wire fence. The short-cut to getting home. You would say, "Stop, let me hold that for you."
And you would hold two barbed-wire fences together, just big enough for me to get through.

When we went for walks, we would hold each other's hands, to go to the top of the loop. Remember when we
carved our initials in the Big tree? I was sixteen. You were fifteen. We were best friends. We were inseparable.
Then, one day you asked me to be your girlfriend. I said, Yes! I was so happy. I used to get you a birthday card
each year for your birthday. Remember when we would lie on the back of my mother's car trunk, just to look up
at the stars? I miss that.

You can't say we didn't love each other. You cannot say there wasn't any love there between us. Then, one day
I looked around, and you were with another girl. You cheated on me. I even knew the girl, too. She went to my
school. I was really heartbroken. I had to find a way to get far away as possible from you. But, there was no
where to go. I was really in a bad state after that. I couldn't eat or couldn't sleep. I had really fallen for you, hard.
It was hard seeing you walk by my house. You would torment me with sweet-nothings, and then I would believe
you. But, then you would go back to her.

I felt like I hated you. Why were you doing this to me? Did I not mean anything to you, after all? I had to get away!
My opportunity came when I got to migrate. Thank the lord, I didn't have to see you anymore. A lot of years went
by, and you were still etched in the crevices of my mind. I still thought about you. What you were doing? I still
cared. Even after I had my kids. I still had memories of you. You really did a number on me. Why couldn't I get
you out of my head?

20 long years since I saw you, and now I was coming back to my hometown. I really do not know how to react when
I see you, for the first time again. I know it is going to be weird. Definitely, weird. I just want to see you for one last
time. We are older now and wiser, I hope. I just want to see your face, and your butterscotch candy complexion.
I finally arrived on home soil. I got to see you after a week of being home. I dressed in my best outfit. My hair was
done nicely, make-up on, lipstick, the works. All to look good, just for you. Well, I wasn't going to come, looking
like a flop.

My heart was racing, before I even got to your door. I knocked. Someone came to the door and I asked to see you.
They went calling for you, and within 10 seconds you were at your door. My boys were with me, and I introduced
them to you. You still looked handsome. I wanted to meet with you, just the two of us. I only wanted to just sit and
talk with you, to find out what you are doing with your life, now. What I had in mind and what you had in mind,
are two totally different things. Well, we didn't get to meet like I wanted, but I am happy I saw you. I do not have
any regrets. I loved you once. Now, though I will be saying my last goodbye.

Have a peaceful rest of your life,
Natasha