June 8, 6:92 pm
dear cameron,
Just think of this: in 5 years, I'll be walking out of my office towards the parking lot and I'll pass by a flower stand. Ill stop as if there's nothing else in the world im supposed to do and get you a bouquet of bubblegum pink tulips because i know they've been your favorite since you were little. Ill get in the car and put the flowers on the passenger seat where there is still a stain from when you spilled your caramel latte all over it on the first date. Ill smile when i see it, remembering the way we laughed about it for hours, with your grin wide and sprinkled with dashes of the sunlight that was blazing through the windshield on that unreasonably warm Tuesday afternoon. I'll look up and see your picture taped above the visor; the one i took of you dancing in my room to that old Beatles song the day i told you i loved you for the first time. And i will put the key in the ignition and play that same song on the drive home to you. All of it, everything i do, everything i am, will be for you. even though you're gone.
I'm still in love with you,
shawn mendes.
