Dear Jerome,
I still can't really believe that you deleted your public Facebook page. Over a million likes on the thing, but you were never one to let the numbers get to your head.
You said briefly that it was pretty hard to keep up with it, and it was just too much of a burden. That, and you're really lazy.
Instagram, on the other hand, is going into hiatus, because you're still really lazy.
Same.
Actually, I'm still posting daily on all of them, but that's because I have so much free time. Some of it is spent doing exercise, keeping fit. You know how much of a fitness freak I am...
The rest is mixed between recording, internet, shopping occasionally, cooking and being the sleepiest person ever, because I've been up past 2am playing DOTA with the boys.
I know I always talk about fixing our friendship, and I hope it's obvious why.
I don't want a romantic relationship with you. I never expected one. All I wanted was to get to laugh with you every single day, share the ridiculous stories and get to hear your voice over Skype as I drag a smile out of you.
The smiles were always the brightest stars, just like you.
I haven't heard directly from you in ages. The Pack isn't quite as close as it used to be, and this all started because of our drifting, and the marriages of Vikklan. We don't really have as many Skype calls as a group, and whenever we do, one of us is absent.
I know I'm not trying to avoid you anymore, but maybe you're avoiding me? It's not hard, just don't go on media.
I have, however, found myself closer to the boys on their own. We're truly going to be lifelong friends, no matter how long that life is. They're each amazing in their own respects.
That goes to the fans as well. They're just aboslutely brilliant, sticking by me while I'm having a Twitter subtweet-fest (lowkey, of course) or just when I forget to upload. They're still amazing, and they're the reason we made it as far as we did.
Lonelier nights are coming up, though. Connor has his job and girlfriend, and Marley and Kayleigh aren't in Pennsylvania anymore. It's just Connor and the parents with me here.
Maybe I should go back to New Jersey again...
Mitch, no.
Priorities.
But... Jerome is my priority.
I hope my internal dialogue is funny, otherwise I look like a total prat.
I just miss you, and nothing you could say would make me feel any differently. It's my most fatal flaw, where punishment and heartache doesn't deter me from you. Yours would be when you get a little hotheaded and start mouthing off.
Of course, you're still the amazing person you will be, even due to this.
This is for not just you, Jerome, but anyone else who may happen to stumble across my diary. You're amazing, but you shouldn't be reading this.
Still, I can't stop you guys from reading this.
You're amazing, and the fact you're reading every single ramble I've ever had is great. I'll be honest, some of the days I write, I have tears in my eyes, others; anger in my heart. All those days, though, I also have love.
Back to you, Jeromeo.
Let's pour my heart out onto the paper so it doesn't pour out of my eyes :D
The one thing I'm still kinda trying to get my head around, though, is that you never really came back. Part of me always imagined you would eventually, but it's hard to keep saying that.
Especially since you have a wife, two kids, and haven't spoken to me in years.
Years, which lead to weeks, which lead to days, which lead to hours, which lead to minutes, which lead to seconds, as another few ticm by without the reassurance that you'll let me see you again.
Hopefully I'll get to see more of you in the future, even if they're just images. While they don't compare to the real thing, they let me know you're alove and happy, and that's enough for me.
Love you long time,
Mitch.Hey, did Wattpad update their search? I went to find my books under the 'merome' tag, and everything seemed a little... displaced.
On another note, Dear Mitch hit 10k reads! For everyone who came here from it, thank you for helping me achieve something amazing like that! <3
I'm going to try make this book not so saddening and repetitive, but updates will take a bit longer...
Shine bright!
AmberAmber
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Dear Jerome (Merome) (Dear Mitch)
FanfictionMitchell Hughes never meant to kiss his best friend. He never meant to lose him. He never meant to say goodbye. When a few minutes shatters his friendship with Jerome, his life won't be the same. All bridges with Jerome seem collapsed or unstable...