Danielle Mahar
Dear Danny Maher,
Wherever you are now, I want to say that I'm sorry we weren't closer. Our names were so close, that you were always by my side, but I didn't always see you.
In junior high, I would open my locker, take out my books, my mind speeding into the next class. You would be there, standing calmly with your mischievous smirk. "BAM!" My books were on the floor, and that smirk graduated to a true grin. Then I would kick you a few times for good measure~ I had a couple of seconds to spare. In the next class, Mr. Bardou would ask if I had a twin brother, meaning you. I would grimace and deny it, somewhat bitterly. Why do they always think we're related??
In high school, you still wore only black. I was still there, seated by your side, not paying you much mind. Except our hair colors did match.....and your dark brown eyes were kind of pretty. But I didn't tell you that.
You were mostly quiet, but when you spoke in that deep voice, you always had something interesting and devious to say. I smiled in secret. You gave me a compliment once. Maybe other people sometimes said the same, I don't know, but I remember when you told me.
The bell would ring, and you'd be gone. But I never paid any mind. I knew you would be right next to me again, the next time.
Decades ago, my Irish name was the same as yours. I know the details of your young face. You could have been my brother~ I could have gotten to know you more.
I was shy.
You were cool.
You are gone now.
I'll never be next to you again.
The boy who could have been my twin.
I should have said "Yes!" and laughed.
You were a true sweetheart.
I miss you, next to me.
Love always,
Danielle Mahar
