Dear Blossom,
The first time I saw you, I was curious....you were the new girl...so chubby...face like a pancake in a grey sweater....the next day we sat at a table and Freda told us about you...you laughed at some point and I fell in love with you.....it's been ten years baby, and I am still in love with you....my sister, my friend, my mummy....Mufaweli.....
We had so much fun.....sitting under the thatch, talking about boys...liking the same boys....afternoons at your mama's house frying chicken and eating mangoes with Ashley.....good times...innocent times...remember how we wrote each other letters once a month? Yours were always so pretty, with the flowers and the pink ink....Blossom and Buttercup....I remember you....
You were always the nice one, the peaceful one, the one with a laugh like water running over pebbles, the smile that always makes me smile back...you bought presents and learnt all the songs we liked....Beyonce, "That's How You Like It" and we had so much fun...always...fun....
For a little while I didn't know you...boys and alcohol are so destructive...was it that we were trying to find ourselves? I don't know who I found but she is dead now...and you, you are still so beautiful....you apologised....and it was like nothing ever happened...you were the only one who always cried with me anyway....
It's been ten years....I am sorry for not being there all the time....and for getting caught up in life far away from you...the things you tell me sometimes, they break my heart....but I am just glad that you still tell me...that we don't allow ourselves to drift apart anymore....I am so happy that you still tell me your secrets...and I am so happy for who you have become....
I know time flies now because I never thought we would reach here...but I am glad we have....and ten years from now we will have pictures...we won't miss the important days and nights and birthdays anymore...and we will drive the red BMWs next to each other and shout into the wind....and eat rice pudding and custard and listen to MusiqSoulchild because we will ALWAYS have sleepovers, to hell with growing up!!!!! And when I walk down the aisle you will be the one to keep my dress from dragging on the grass....and our babies will play together and eat chicken that you cooked while their daddies get drunk on love and happiness...I can't wait to be there with you...
You are so beautiful, ten years from the first time I saw you...so beautiful and I am still in love with you....forever and a day....my best friend, my family....for now, for always....
Buttercup.....
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