Dear Jerome (Merome) (Dear Mitch)

2nd July 2032

Dear Jerome,

You know that kind of love which will never go away? The kind which stays with you whenever and wherever and either causes you to get butterflies or melt like butter?

Guess what you give me, especially after last night.

Oh Lord, I don't mean it that way, I promise.

That sounded so wrong, that I cannot even try to justify it.

Anyway, you give me this stream of butterflies that seem to invade my body. The kind where your presence, or the thought of you, is enough to make me happy, or at least feel something.

So why do I bring this up?

Last night, I had a dream with you in it.

I'll try write it out, I guess.

You were driving, and it was a clear, starry night. I don't know exactly where we were going, but on the trip, you started humming a song, and your fingers were tapping on the steering wheel. For some reason, that was one of the clearest parts of the whole thing.

We ended up parking on a hill, and I remember the time being 2:12am. You grabbed a blanket and my hand, and just took it until we got to this tree. We sat next to each other, leaning against the branches.

You used the blanket to cover both of us and we kinda just sat there, talking about things. Children, jobs, what would happen when we were older. How many dogs, would we want to adopt those as well ect.

Then, you pointed to the sky, and I saw a flash of silver. "A shooting star!"

"Make a wish, Mitch." I remember you saying that in the light way you would speak, where everything was airy and okay.

I remember the wish I made in that dream.

I wish I could be with Jerome one day.

At the time, it made no sense, but I guess it was my subconscious reminding me that I wasn't truly with you.

It's funny how much dreams know reality. However, the rules of wishing were also broken by you, something you may not do in real life. It really depends on what the situation is with you.

"So, Mitch, what did you wish for?"

"I can't tell you! That breaks like every rule of dreaming!"

"Well, I'll tell you what I wished for!" Your voice was all laughing, happy.

"I wished for the ability to be able to love you every single day of my life."

I like to think that, in real life, that's what you wish for as well. We have our differences, the main one being my lack of ovaries or just my gender, but we were still good friends, and I can never forget that.

I don't want to forget all the good things that happened in my life, because I'm never going to get them back.

This is so confusing. I want to see you so much. My keys are next to me as I write, and I feel an itching part in my fingers that wants to take them up and drive to see you.

Another part wants to go and drive as far away from you as I can (also known as driving into the ocean) and stay away forever.

I'm the most torn I think I've ever been, and now more than ever. Dreams are such a pain, and this one is more than ever.

On another note, I met one of Connor's friends today. Her name is Bella, and she is awesome. She dyes her hair like Ashley (it's purple right now) and she works as a taxi driver. It sounds like Connor and his wife are really close with her, and I can see why.

I like to think we'll be good friends. There's something about her that makes me think she'll be important for my future, but I already know we won't be falling in love.

That's already reserved for you.

Love you long time,
Mitch.

Hey guys.

I'm sorry about the short, somewhat late chapter! I'm on holiday right now, and I didn't realise this chapter was so short until a day ago :/

I'm hoping the next chapter (or next few) will be longer to make up for this. Also, this book is going to be 30 parts, because whoop!

Amber