Ch.4

Dear Harry,

You have been gone a week now. It is so weird walking around our little apartment; it has never been this quiet or empty. I have been trying to busy myself, but it is hard to focus on anything. My mind constantly directs my thoughts back to you. Food hasn't been my top priority, but today I finally decided that I should get something in my stomach. I ordered a pizza and got our usual order- a small with extra cheese for me, and a medium with hot peppers for you. 

Yours has remained in the box, uneaten. 

While trying to force the pizza down my throat, a memory popped into my head.

I was five years old, when my parents and I had just moved into your neighborhood. When I was in the middle of unpacking my dolls, my mother appeared in my bedroom.

"Would you like to go with me next door and meet our new neighbors?"

My pig-tails bounced up and down as I excitedly nodded my head. 

No more than four minutes later, I was hiding behind my mother's legs as she introduced herself to your mom. I peaked my head out from behind her legs, only to see a small boy mirroring my actions. Both of us quickly resorted back to our original position, only to glance back seconds later. It soon became a game to us, our little bodies erupting in giggles when we saw each other come out of our hiding spots.

"We were just about to have lunch, I insist you join us," the nice looking woman urged my mom.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude."

"Don't be silly!" your mom persisted. "Harry, show Ella to her seat."

I watched as the boy slowly came out from behind his mother and walked towards me, offering his chubby little hand. I accepted the gesture, our arms swinging in sync as we skipped to the table.

My eyes opened wide in excitement when I saw a big pizza pie sitting on the table. The warm smell wafted in my nostrils, my newfound hunger causing me to lick my lips. I hovered my hand over the biggest piece, the greasy goodness never leaving my eye. Suddenly, my hand was swatted away. I looked up at the adorable boy, who had anger in his big green eyes.

"That's MY piece," you told me, attempting to sound as big and bad as possible.

In my young five year old mind, it seemed as if life had come to an end. Tears welled up in my eyes, hurt seeping into my chest. Just as I was about to let the tears pour from my eyes, you tapped me on my arm, your anger replaced with guilt.

"How 'bout we share it?" you had suggested with a hopeful little grin, hoping to take the sorrow out of my body.

My sadness quickly vanished, and I wore a big smile on my face.

What you did was typical 'Harry'; I had grown so accustomed to it. You always tried your best to make me happy, to put a smile on my face. You disregarded yourself for my benefit, and that's one of the things that I loved about you.

From that moment on, we were inseparable. Our childhoods consisted of play dates and sleepovers, adventures in my backyard, and trips to the local ice cream shop. We did endless things, from building pillow forts, to climbing trees, to watching our favorite cartoons. Whatever it was, we were together.

Being an only child, I was used to spending most of my time alone. Before, I thought that I had two hands so I could hold two dolls at once, but when I met you, I realized that I had one hand to hold a doll, and one hand to hold yours. Right from the start, I fell in love with having someone to be with. I soon found myself wondering how I lived without you in my life.

You were always there for me, from day one. When you wanted to play with your G.I. Joes, and I wanted to play with my Barbies, you always caved in, taking the Barbie from my hand and saying, "We can just pretend this is a boy."

I remember how you learned how to read a few months before me, and you never let me forget it. I had a bookshelf filled with dozens of princess books that you absolutely despised, but for me, you would read them out loud. Despite the repulsed look you had on your face, you never failed to read me the fairytales as I listened with a grin.

We were with each other so much, that we often heard our parents and teachers talking about us.

"Look at those two. They are going to fall in love," they would say, while we looked at each other and stuck our tongues out in disgust. If only we knew that they were one hundred percent correct.

Back then, everything was much more simple. We were best friends, nothing more, nothing less. We did everything together-just us two- never becoming bored of the other. We made each other happy, and that's all we needed. We needed each other.

When we became a bit older, maybe six or seven, you were like my big brother; always looking out for me. One time, I got this really horrible haircut, and everyone would tease me on the playground. The constant name-calling got to me fast, and I started to bawl. I remember how you put your arms around me, giving the other kids your best death stare.

"Don't listen to them," you whispered to me, "I think you are beautiful."

In our pure six your old lives, that was the norm. I called you 'handsome' and 'strong', while you called me 'pretty' and 'cute'. We didn't say it romantically; we just said what we felt. We were best friends and all we wanted was to see the other smile.

The memories of your chubby little face still make me smile. You were the most adorable child, Harry. You had those big, green eyes, and those swollen, pinchable cheeks. You were so smart, so stubborn, and just the sweetest. I cherish all those memories, and I am so glad that you are the one I spent my life with. I hope I get to spend the rest of my life with you as well. 

I just want to thank you for all of the things you have done for me, and how much you have protected me throughout our lives. I just wish that I could protect you the same way, especially now.

With so much love,

Ella Wella.

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