I've been Meaning to Tell you

Dear DD

In the seventh grade you made me a drawing of a violin for your Secrete Santa gift.
It was a wooden framed canvas and you used pastels to create the image.
I still have it.
Its the most thoughtful gift you ever gave me.
Its one of the only gifts you ever gave me. 
I hung it on the wall in my room and its been there ever since,
the light green background slightly clashing with my purple walls,
Next to a poster of outer space. 
You see it as soon as you walk into my room. 
A silhouette of my voice suspended on my wall.
You seemed to know the violin was apart of me before I did, all those years ago.
You might have hated having to draw it
Or maybe your mom forced you to.
Perhaps you forgot about it all together. 
Or  drew it the night before, and hastily wrapped it that same morning.
I don't care.
I love that picture.
I haven't found a better picture of a violin since.
I likely never will. 
Its the nicest thing you've ever done for me, so long ago. 
Thank you, for making it. 

Sincerely, 
JE