Dear... My Old Friends
The present is a beautiful place. Great things are happening. One of you moved out of your abusive home, and are now living with your girlfriend, two of you are going to university to study medicine and architecture, a few of you has made new friends. Isn't it wonderful?
I wish I could be there. But I'm still fourteen, and living in the past. You all reminisce about it, but I'm the only one here.
It's a lonely place, even the rose tint I see it through can't bring to life the faces that surround me. Those faces are somewhere else, sometime else.
Don't take what you have for granted. I would kill to leave this place. I can't stand it anymore. The world keeps spinning but I stay frozen in tike, where we're still friends, and the future is a beautiful place, where great things happen.