I remember the first day I had met you, in the playground at cms elementary. We were introduced and we instantly became friends, we both were outcast. I more than you, but that did not matter…

No. That was a time when nothing mattered, besides having your best friend. I remember when I stood up to your bullies on the basketball court because they made fun of you for carrying Mr. Monkey around I grabbed a boy by his shirt collar and swung him.

Mr. Monkey was your first and foremost best friend when I could not be with you, some had security blankets but you had that stuffed/bean bag monkey. You were so protective of him and you hardly ever washed him but you cared about me so much you let me take him home sometimes so I could feel like I was with you, you always kept him on top of your head.

I remember when we were heading in from recess and Brandon and his friends thought it would be funny to snatch him from your head. I defended you then too. Took after them like hellfire. I remember how gifted you were in art, so much so you got excited when they were selling customized plates you insisted we exchange them as gifts.

I had that plate for years, I remember when I invited you along for a girl scout camping trip and you got stung by wasp I ran faster than I ever did that day…

I remember when Jamie was competitive in winning your friendship? so much so I threatened to destroy our scrap book we made together. It was a generic hardcover purple scrap/drawing paper booklet. You cried. I remember when I stayed the night sat your house and we stayed up late watching Goosebumps and eating popcorn. Your brother was an asshole then. I remember hanging out with you at your mother’s Mosaic shop and getting pizza often. the Halloween party was awkward.

Your mother’s Mosaic shop now sits across from my grandmother’s house on Malvern Ave. I wonder if you know. We’re close but we’re worlds apart. I wonder if you’ll ever remember out of the blue, if you’d be holding Mr. Monkey…. I remember a lot about you. How when you got scared you’d sing the theme songs to your favourite amines in Japanese. Like when we road big bad John together.

I remember your father a business man, never around. Your mother (Alice), she’s a blessing and she’s beautiful, talented, and understanding. You have three sisters and one brother. Two older siblings, brother, and a sister. Two younger siblings Alli and Aiden…

I remember when your father took us to get supplies at Lowe’s for your little sister’s playhouse. I remember that house you use to live in, and how you use to take me into the bamboo forest against your mother’s wishes. It was the most adventurous thing to us…

After everything I’ve been through and all the years. I remember the special moments we had. I even remember the bad ones. I remember when you started telling me we couldn’t be friends anymore, which was the beginning of 7th grade year.

I remember when I met new friends and you made me choose you or missy. Including whose art was better. You felt so betrayed and I understand? Why, I tried explaining why missy needed me. But it was a lame excuse I suppose. I remember when you didn’t talk to me for two years, until you won homecoming queen and I went to congratulate you…

You asked who I was. and then everyone told me you had amnesia… I couldn’t believe and I still don’t. Everything happens for a reason they say, you’re beautiful as ever and you’re literally thriving and living life to the fullest. I get sour and fucking sad when I think about how I can’t be a part of your life anymore. It tears me up inside. But good for you, I’m glad you’re happy in life.