Walking back home // Noco

The letter (Bonus)

As I sat by the window, I couldn't help but let my curiousity get the best of me as I looked into the paper bag Cody gave me. In it, contained a letter, book, and a photograph of me and him. My eyes still watered, my heart heavy as I listened to music. I already missed them.

I picked out the parchment, gently unfolding it as to not rip it. It was a pretty long letter, which I didn't mind reading.

To my darling, Noah.

I know these past few weeks haven't been in favor for the both of us. You're leaving for Vancouver and if you're reading this, you're probably in some sort of transportation. I couldn't help but cry and reminisce over the things we've done together. Remember when you first kissed me? I was in denial, contemplating whether I liked you or not. I didn't want to ruin the bond between us because I thought a guy loving a guy was wrong. Or at least I'm told. I slept over at your place, didn't I? It was because I was having a few issues with my family. I kept running away and coming to you for comfort. I hope you could do the same one day. I hope you could let me in on how you feel. You're not alone, Noah. I'm sorry for yelling at you and making you feel guilty for not letting me in. I understand. Or I try to understand. But when you kissed me, I realized how much I loved you. I didn't know how to express that. You showed me all the ways you could and I couldn't thank you enough. I'll cherish everything we've done together and I hope you're safe. You're everything to me, Noah and I hope you won't forget me. If I get to meet you again, that would be great. I want to be with you again. I don't know if we're still together or not by the time you're reading this. Would you consider this relationship on a break or are we staying the same? I don't expect you to text me. We're both busy, I understand. I won't try and barrage you with messages, either. Remember when we first talked? September 17th. That was 4 days after the break up between you and Emma happened. You told me how you didn't think the pain hurted, even if it did. I could tell. I mean, not immediately, but I knew you were hurting. That was when I knew we'd be close. Thanks for letting me sleep over and come over whenever I wanted to, even if I turn up, unannounced. Thanks for listening to music with me, too. And playing Just Dance, even if you kinda suck(No offense, I love you!!!) and felt dizzy. You didn't have to, you know? But at least I wasn't alone when Emalia wasn't there, because she was in a hospital. I loved when we used to walk home together and or use the bus. That was nice, too. I remember when it was raining and you listened to The Smiths. It was kind of like that movie, '500 Days of Summer,' no? Not the relationship dynamic, but just the reference itself. I'm sorry if I was a shitty boyfriend and bringing up Emma because I was upset. I hope we're alright. We're gonna be okay, alright? I don't think I have ever loved anyone as much as I loved you, Noah. Did you know that? And now, you're leaving for Vancouver. You're gonna do great. I hope you find a better group of friends, even if it meant you might change your mind and lose your feelings for me. It's normal, isn't it? To lose feelings? It's all a part of life and I'm sure you know what that must be like. Sorry again. This is a pretty lengthy letter, isn't it? I'm just rambling but my words aren't hollow. I hope they bare meaning for you. I love you, Noah. So much.

-Love, Cody.

P.s, I love you XD