And I write back, of course, with my retelling of the mundane. The hands I once thought awkward and clumsy have been grown into, and my once shy personality is now loud and outspoken. But we always dodge the real subjects. I long to write a letter begging him to come and visit me, or telling him how much I really miss him, but I don't. The years form too much of a barrier.
People change too much in four years.
I unfolded my long legs and walked over to the window in my dorm. I stand at the window and watch the leaves turn red in the glow of the setting sun, wondering if Jamie would recognize his tall, graceful sister. All Rights Reserved.