Dear You,

Vienna || Evan

June 6th, 2015

Vienna,

There's always one of kind. You're one of a kind. Your group of friends are one of a kind. There is no one exactly like you, even if you do have an identical twin. You'll be my one of a kind best friend. You still are one of a kind. Even if you exist everywhere in this world.

You were named after the city in Austria. I've never been there, but from Google Images, it's beautiful. So are you. Your parents named you Vienna because they fell in love there. I always mentally referred to you as 'History', because that's where I fell in love with you.

You had this huge pearly smile, this amazing smile that made your eyes look like they had stars in them. You always came to school with your light brown hair in some kind of braid. It was always so perfect but by the end of the day, it was so messy. You still looked beautiful, though.

I told you about my philosophy of being one of a kind, once. A laugh escaped your pink lips as you said, "Okay, Evan."

You never believed you were one of a kind. I don't know why, though. You always told me the negatives about you. I've never seen a girl whose beauty compared to yours. After all, negatives always make a picture a million times more captivating.

As I recall, that's what you said to me. I am no fool, Vienna.

My most treasured memory of us is walking along the sandy shores of the beach at midnight. You always yelped when the cold waters touched your feet, followed by me laughing at you. I offered to carry you, to which you replied with "yes". I threw both of us into the salty waters of the Atlantic Ocean. I wish you could see how much I'm smiling like an idiot right now.

And my most hated memory is getting a call at one in the morning from your parents, telling me that you ran away from home.

Why would you do that, Vienna?

I never saw your shiny brown hair again. I haven't seen your ocean blue eyes. I miss hearing your voice after telling me I did something stupid. I feel empty without seeing you.

You fled from home on June 6th, 2014. Happy one year. You never told me that you would do that. I know that you don't want to be found, but I feel so compelled to find you. Your parents want to find you. How could I lose something so precious to me? Am I that oblivious?

Some freshman girl has your locker at school, now. She has blue eyes that don't compare to yours. Whenever I see her open your locker, I feel like she's stealing your stuff.

Please tell me that you miss me too.

Where did you go?

You ran away from home, but you never left my mind.

Sincerely,

Evan Crewe