Letting Go {story}

September 30, 2015

Carter has been my best friend for the longest time. I first met him when we were both seven years old. His mother was angry at him ab...


Carter has been my best friend for the longest time. I first met him when we were both seven years old. His mother was angry at him about some silly childish thing he did and he went to the tiny park in front of their house to cool off.
"Hi, I'm Carter, I'm seven years old. What's your name?" I remember him saying.
"Brooks," I answered.
"Cool. Do you want to play in the sandbox with me? Here, you can play with my trucks. My mommy bought them when my daddy died ... He was a soldier, you know. He was gone for a really long time, and they brought him back in a big black box. It was a pretty box. Just two weeks ago we put it in the ground and now mommy and I go visit that place every other day."
That was the first time we played together and we were inseparable after that. We sat together in school, we played together at recess and I spent most of my afternoons at his house.
I don't think his mother liked me very much, though. I once heard her telling Carter that I'm spending too much time there. But he didn't mind, we were best friends and nothing could harm our friendship.

"We've been best friends for 7 years, Brooks." he says.
I wait for him to continue. I was mostly the listener in our conversations, because he loved talking.
He doesn't continue. I see his eyes shifting from one side of his room to the other and his hands nervously squeezing the pen he is writing his homework with while I play.
"Yes?" I try to make him talk.
"These past six years have been amazing," he opens up. "You are the best friend anyone could ever wish for, but ... I think it's time I find some other friends. My mom ..."
A tear streams down his face.
"She says I should make some new friends. I'll be going to high school next year and ... I have to change some things in my life. I'm getting older, you know," he adds.
I knew this day would come. I feared this day. But I know I have to let him go.
"Thank you, Brooks, for everything. For being there for me when no one else was, and for being my best friend, forever," he finishes. I nod and he grabs his school bag and rushes out of his room to catch the school bus.
I see myself disappearing.
"It's true," I think to myself. "He really is too old for an imaginary friend."

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