𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, Miguel Cazarez Mora

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Distance,

April 30th, 2021

Miguel,

It's been 1 month since you left, and I miss you like crazy. You'll probably only read these when you get back from shooting your movie, but that's okay. You remember Luna and Arabella? Well... I started hanging out with them more, I know we used to talk about Arabella because she was mean to us, but she's actually really cool. She told me that she used to make fun of us, because she thought you and I were dating. That's crazy, right?!

I wonder why she thought that.

I miss you a lot! I have nobody to really talk to late at night, since our windows are right across from each other, and recently, I've been thinking a lot, and have no one to talk to. I could talk to my other friends, but they don't "understand" me like you do, Miguel. They don't understand my constant thoughts late at night, or my love for minions, or anything like that. They don't really know me like that.

I think it's probably because I don't talk to them as much as I used to talk to you, but then again, it's hard to open up, even though I've known them my whole life. I think I opened up to you because we spent every day with each other, mostly because both of our moms loved to spend time together, even as next door neighbors. Maybe this is a good thing though, that you won't be here, because it'll give me time to experience things, and open up... then when you come back, I can tell you all the new, cool experiences I had with others.

Especially since you're doing new things too, I mean shit... you're in a movie, Miguel! You're going to be famous, and you may forget me, but that's okay, because I'll still be here to cheer you on from far away. Please, don't actually forget me, because that's gonna suck. I think late at night, I think about you the most, because I worry you'll for real forget about me, like not in a joking famous people type-of-way, like you'll forget everything, every memory we shared, every conversation we had, everything.

If you did ever forget me, I'd be pissed, but I'd be happy for your success. If you were to ever really forget Isabella Diaz, I'd send you these notes/letters, then you could read them. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'll start a scrapbook of our memories, and the things I got to accomplish without you here, then you and I can read it together.

Anyway, my birthday's coming up... and I can't believe I'm having my first birthday without you, like even though you and I weren't close when we were younger, you were still there, you were always there for me, from a distance.

Sincerely,
Isabella

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   A tear escaped Isabella's eye, reading over these different letter's she'd written this boy. She prayed and hoped that he wouldn't forget her, but those prayers went against her wishes. He did forget her, he ignored any memory made, he forgot about everything from the past, her, her family, maybe even the other neighbors.

  That's got to hurt; she liked him, if she was being honest. She couldn't decipher those feelings reciprocated, but she knew that she'd at least want to spend years with him, even as his friend. She just wanted him to be happy, to live a long, happy life. "Isabella, come on... we're going over to the neighbor's house for dinner." Isabella's mom shouted from below, Isabella sat up, folding all the notes she'd read, and stuffing them under her pillow. Wait... she thought for a second. "Which neighbor?" Isabella asked her mother.

  "Miguel's house, stupid." Veronica shouted for her mother, Isabella froze, unsure of how to feel. She wiped her tears, containing herself before slowly walking down those stairs and following her family. If only she knew what was coming...

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woah!!!! cliffhanger 😝

there's a chance for a small twist in this book, but i'm still deciding whether i should or shouldn't add it in...