A distance farther than the heart

Some people say: The farthest distance is the distance of the heart. I say: the farthest is the distance between you and me.

When we were children, the old banyan tree witnessed our happiest time. We were neighbors and of similar age. There were many children of our age in the yard, but we were the best. We went to school together every day and occasionally had small conflicts, but somehow our conflicts would always dissipate somehow. Now that I think about it, it's probably because we all look up to the same sky. The happy days are often short in memory, and sometimes they are so short that I wonder if they ever really existed.

When I was about six or seven years old, our family moved away to the county, and the day before we moved away, we played together. I asked you to come and see me off, and you immediately agreed. I also promised to bring you a lot of new things that we hadn't seen before when I came back. It seems that I still remember that the sky was blue and we were all smiling brightly. No one ever thought that the farewell would be forever. The next day, many people came to see us off, as if we were really going to a faraway place. I looked and looked at the crowd that sent us away, over and over again, but never found your figure. I was angry in my heart: how can you be so dishonest, saying that you would come to see me off but then not coming. After a short goodbye, I went to the county with my parents.

Here, I went to a new school with new classmates. I also really saw a lot of new things that I had not seen in that place with the old banyan tree and you. Occasionally, I think of you, of us laughing together under the old banyan tree, but now that I think about it, do six and seven year olds really know how to miss each other? I can't remember if I really thought about you at that ignorant age. I just think there should be now.

The summer of second grade, a time I will never forget. I bought a lot of fresh stuff I promised to bring you back to the place where we used to have fun together, and just after I arrived I put down my backpack and took my things for you and was ready to dash to your house to share the joy that only we seemed to know. Just step out of the house, the relatives of the family pulled me, I was not allowed to go. When asked why, the family stammered and said: you left because of a car accident. But how could I believe it? Didn't my teacher say? The good people will be rewarded, how can you encounter such a thing? Aren't you always the same sweet and kind girl? I ran to your house, your mother looked at me with a faint expression without the usual enthusiasm and a bad look on her face. Later there are too many details I have blurred, do not know how to leave your house. At that time in my mind only hovered your mother said a few words: our family moved that day you were to send me, but the night before you in order to write me a small note folded into a thousand paper cranes busy until more than two o'clock, the next day will not be able to get up. You cried a lot at home for this. And at that time I was blaming you for not keeping your word? Why didn't you come to see me off?

Now I still have the paper cranes you folded for me at home, with your skewed words on them, just writing the words to study hard and get better every day. But it has long been better than any expensive and original gift in my heart.

They say that good people go to heaven when they die, and I think you must be in heaven too. Will there be sunshine in heaven too? Will there be old banyan trees in heaven? Will your smile still be the same in heaven? How can the farthest distance in the world be the distance of the heart? A distance farther than the heart is our distance