Daydreaming In The Night

Letters

I finally arrived, I opened the door and no one's home. I put my stuff down and start walking to my room, it was still a mess from the day I left. I remember that I was rushing to leave my room since I couldn't wait to leave this town back down. Oh, how much of a fool I was back then. I turned on the lights and started to pick up the letters. Some of them don't even have anything in them. They just have a name in front of it. I started to pick them up one by one, until one stood out. An old letter, an old letter that was wrinkled and it looks like an actual letter in it? Really? I wrote a letter in it? There was no name outside of it, to satisfy my craving of curiosity, I ripped the letter open, and this is what it has say, 

     "Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while but I just wanted to let you know that I won't be seeing you for a while. I'm joining a branch, surprised are you? I am too, honestly, I can barely talk to girls and now look at me. Joining the military. We haven't talk ever since what happened between us, have we? Y'know I prefer it that way. I lied, I miss our friendship, I miss how close we were, I miss our stupid little conversations, I miss you. I don't think I've ever moved on to be honest. I don't even know why I'm writing this letter anymore, I don't think I'm even giving you this letter in the first place. That being said though, please allow me to be greedy one more time, please look after me. I'll miss you, goodbye." 

After reading the letter, I crumpled it up and threw it away. I remember who that was for, it was for Sophie. Sophie, was the woman who gave me that 'nickname'. I remember her clearly now, I remember why I liked, no why I loved her so much. She was an oasis in a desert, the only place where I can truly be myself was by her side. God, I miss her so much, I have so many stories to tell her, and now I can't. I went back to looking at every until another one caught my attention, it was a letter for me. I opened it and it somebody else's hand writing, I thought it was one of those letters that you would write towards your future self, but it wasn't. The letter spoke this, 

     "Hey, it's been a bit hasn't it?  I know it has for me, and I've heard you were joining the Navy, congrats! Really, congrats. I wish I was able to say it face-to-face, but apparently I was too late. I saw you, boarding, I even made a fool out of myself and screamed out your name too. People looked at me and I had to be escorted out. It was really embarrassing. Listen, if you ever get a chance to read this letter, please, come and find me. I'll be at The Garden." 

That was the last thing she wrote to me, and maybe even the last thing she'll ever said to me, but I refuse to let that happen. The Garden, I remember that place, it's a place all the way up to the hill, the highest hill in town. I remember when the two of us snuck out once, it was late at night. She randomly showed up to my door steps and took my hand when I was just rubbing my eye, told me to hop on her bike and she went off. Oh that was such a night, I can still feel the atmosphere from that night, from that midnight in specific. It felt like I was on top of the world with her. I can still see each and every star, and how everyone one of them was a reflection of the dreams we told each other. I remember her going on and on about wanting to becoming a doctor, while she was making fun of my dreams of becoming a writer. How fast the night changes, how fast everything changes when you blink. I feel like if I close my eyes just once, I can hear her laughing, I can see her dancing upon the stars, I can feel her head resting on my shoulder. I want to see her again, I will see her again. I made up my mind, I left my room then my house, and then I went off to go to The Garden.