I’ve been meaning to write this letter for a while now. Years actually. A couple of years ago my friend and I started writing to you but we never got round to sending it – you know I can’t even remember what it said now. You were one of my best friends in primary school and I wish so badly that you hadn’t moved away. I know it’s helped you to succeed and believe me, I am so proud of you but I miss my best friend, the boy who never failed to cheer me up, the boy who wasn’t afraid to admit that his favourite colour was pink, the boy that gave me the necklace I still have now. I could write pages. We were down near you a few months ago and I hoped we’d bump into you, but we didn’t. I’m worried we’ll lose touch you know. You left before either of us had mobiles or Facebook and now our mother’s only send each other Christmas cards but what if one year we’re just missed off the list? I’m sorry we didn’t send you one last year – I told mum off. I should make the effort to write a proper letter to you because I’d like my best friend back. I remember one time, I missed out on being elected into the school council and I was so upset, but you cheered me up within five minutes! That’s why I miss you – I rarely meet people who can make you feel happy whatever and you are one. I do worry though, what if you’ve changed? What if I changed? I’m clinging onto a memory and I don’t want to let it go. Not just yet.