Dear Jerome (Merome) (Dear Mitch)

27th August 2020

Dear Jerome,

Hell, your wedding was torture for me. WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH PINK?

Just kidding, I loved the pink. And pink can mean love. So I loved the love.

And yet... I didn't. I'm the selfish cow who can't stand the fact that I wasn't the one standing opposite you, promising my life to you like I had wanted to years ago.

I remember falling for you in 2015. What month isn't clear anymore, but I do remember this. It was like a plant. Small at first, not worth noticing, didn't even get noticed. I felt it at times, but it was never memorable. It just grew though. It relied on your light to grow, and you supplied it.

I finally realised in 2016, and I broke up with Jess. She didn't take it the best, but we're friends now, and she has a boyfriend who cares more than I ever could've.

I broke up with her, and bided my time. I thought you'd break up with Louise, since you'd already done it once, and I'd never have to intervene.

You didn't.

Instead, you stayed with her, and it started hurting me inside as you fell for her more, as I found it harder to supply the ear which had listened to you talk about her for years. No longer did I want to hear about the love that wasn't mine.

You just married her today, and I feel a hollowness inside. I can't believe that I was stupid enough to think that waiting was enough. I should've fought! Fought for you, me, our love. I know it exists, Jerome, and not even amnesia would let me forget it.

Amnesia by 5 Seconds Of Summer.

Yes I went there.

In reality, this was a war that wasn't meant to be. Maybe I should've accepted thing and cut you off sooner, and avoided this whole mess.

Do you know how difficult it was to stand there as you promised her your life, your love? As you promised to be with her no matter what happened, after you'd just told me to leave? I avoided your stag party, and all the preparations, instead, choosing to stay on my own as you celebrated your last hours. Now, she replaces her name with yours, and I still sit here as Mitchell Hughes, not Mitchell Aceti-Hughes, because we all know you'd come first.

I came as late as I possibly could without being late, and the boys all stared, and joked about why I'd be late to my 'best friend' getting married. You got the Pack boys helping with the suit, a bunch of your other friends as well in the crowd and as groomsmen, and I, the one who was meant to be there for you as best man, was the most useless.

You looked handsome, more so than usual. Pristine red tie, impeccable black suit, shiny black leather shoes, clean white shirt; the image of a perfect groom. You stood, and I put a small, singlular red rose in your breast pocket. The whole church was covered in pink and red roses as well, with a nice crowd of at least 100 people, and one dog.

I don't think Shadow has ever been cleaner.

Then came the aisle walk. I went down with Ashley, and I swear I heard ten different people ponder why we weren't dating, or asking whether we were. Thanks for becoming the non-Merome shippers in my fandom -or the Mashley ones- people at the wedding. Just forget she is also taken. YOU'LL PROBABLY WRITE FANFICTION SOON, EH?

Louise was stunning, as she should be. A classic white dress with a short veil. Jewelled tiara. The picture of beauty. No wonder you want to marry her instead of me. I may be attractive, but with her dressed like that, I have nothing on her.

Your vows was nice. Heartfelt and genuine, and I like to think just a little was directed at me. I know I took it a little like it was, which is why I had to force myself not to cry.

"I can't wait for the day where I hold our children in my arms, in our home, and know that I wouldn't have it any other way."

Photos were next, where you wrapped your arm around Louise and I at the same time in the one with the other grooms and bridesmaids. Damn, this triangle just gets hotter and hotter (especially me!)

The reception dinner/food was hard though. That was where I said my speech, and I added a little bit while on the spot. Yakked on about YouTube, Florida, flying, dinners with you both. I ended after I saw you looking like you were close to tears. I was as well. I still want what I talked about. I want to get to record with you, fly over to your home. I couldn't eat here, because we don't eat together.

I miss you already. I said the goodbyes when I had to, and that was final. I know it will be a long time before this friendship can even begin to be revived. It's a little like ASF, let's be honest here.

I hope you enjoy the gift I got you guys. Aside from making that photo album with photos of you, me and Louise, I bought you a set of glass penguins. Your favourite animal. Did you also notice the fact I put a pebble with the penguins? They say that's what penguins propose with, that perfect one pebble, and in a way, I'm proposing to you.

Oh, and flip over the image of us in Disney from 2019. I wrote you a little something in invisible ink, and if you still have the matching pen to the one you gave me, you'll see that it says enough.

I'll love you forever, Jerome.

Love you long time,
Mitch.

Oop reuploaded because I thpught of something else to add :s