August 13, 5:34 am
Dear cameron,
I used to get out of bed at 2 in the morning and drive to go see you. I called you even though you changed your number 10 months ago just to hear a dial tone.
Im writing letters to you that you will never read. I send them in envelopes and address them and stick them in the mailbox. I catch my wandering afternoon thoughts bumping into old memories that feel weird at first but then start to sing. I lie awake at night trying to remember and trying to forget what it felt like to fall asleep knowing that i am thinking of you.
I miss you.
Ill wipe away the hurt from the tops of my cheeks because they feel so far away
Ill get out of bed at two in the morning and dance till im not sad anymore
I'll delete old voicemails to make room for new ones without even thinking twice
I'll mail the letters worth mailing and throw away the rest
I'll neglect to notice your name hasn't crossed my mind in weeks but when it does I'll smile or feel nothing and i won't feel empty at all.
I'll put my head on your pillow and close my eyes and sleep will find me before they can
I am going to miss people
I am going to miss people
I am going to miss people
And i am going to be okay.
please don't let me go,
shawn mendes
