Letters To Auden

Dear Auden,

I remember the day that we first met. You had just moved here from some place i couldn't pronounce the name of. You were clutching your mums hand as if you were drowning and she were your life raft. I remember her breaking out of your grasp, causing your eyes to water. As she left, you just stood there, watching the door, probably praying that she would come back through it and take you home.

I felt sad for you. I didn't want you, or anyone else for that matter to be sad, so I walked right up to you and took your recently vacated hand and walked you over to where I had been painting. I remember how your hand felt in mine and when you smiled at me and simply said:

"Thank you"

I thought it was cute that it came out as 'Dank you'

That whole day, we painted. I gave you one of mine and you gave me one of yours. Do you remember what you painted me? Because I sure do. It was a boy and a girl with a heart in between them. As I stared at it, you took my hand and said,

"That's gonna be us one day"

And I believed you.