Everything I Didn't Say [c.h.]

twenty five

12.01.13

Hey Sue,

Your 18th birthday's on the 30th. I know it doesn't mean much, but I was going to take you out like how you deserved to be taken out. I had this perfect dress I was going to order for you. It's a deep red, not too long, not too short, and with straps because I know how much you don't like to wear strapless tops and stuff.

We would go to the ice cream shop first even though it'd be a Monday and even if ice cream's supposed to be eaten after. You would get all embarrassed that I made you get all dressed up just to go to an ice cream shop, but I'd be in a tuxedo for you. And you know how much I hate suits.

After we're done with our ice cream, I'd lead you back to the truck and drive us to the abandoned skate park. You would get confused because you would have expected a fancy restaurant. I wouldn't want to completely change things because that's not how we roll.

I would arrange the blanket in the bed of the truck and show you our five star meal that was in a picnic basket (can you tell that Ashton helped me with this idea?). I'd make a huge deal out of everything and then pull out my mum's famous spaghetti and meatballs with a couple of cans of soda to drink.

I would tell you I love you and why I love you before I would bring out a vanilla cupcake (because I know how much you hate chocolate ones) with a single candle on it. I would make you wish before you blew it out.

And I would have been secretly wishing that you were in my life for a long while after that moment.

I know that's not going to happen now, but I just wanted to let you know.

I love you,

Calum