Remember that time we were just hanging out on the stairs? Well there's lots of them because it was our secret escape place. But the time we were just sitting there halfway down the staircase in between the second and third floors. You had your arms around me. We just sat there for awhile, I was half-asleep. Then you said something, so I said something back. I don't remember what. I just remember we laughed. We laughed so hard I threw my head back and you fell down the stairs. That made me laugh even harder, so you grabbed me and pulled me down with you. I fell on my side. It probably hurt but I was laughing too hard to notice. We laughed so hard we couldn't talk, couldn't even breathe. We rolled on the floor, laughing for what felt like hours. Then you looked at me. I stopped laughing.
"I don't remember what was so funny," I said, still giggling a little.
"Neither do I," you said with a smile, as you leaned closer to me.
I don't think I've ever laughed so hard as I did that day. Not before then and not since. And yet, I can't remember what we were laughing about. But I'm not sure I want to know. What if it wasn't that funny?
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Dear Aaron,
Short StoryDear Aaron, I miss you. I go over our time together in my head, but it isn't enough. I need to talk to you about it. And this is the only way I can. This, is my letter to you. Sam and Aaron were both patients at the hospital. They didn't plan on fi...
