Dear Marley St. James, I Hate You

letter 14

Dear Marley St. James,

I loved road trips with you. Every summer our families would all make that 16 hour trip to Yosemite and set up camp. Your twin sisters, Iris and Sage, loved to tease you and me because we never left each others side the entire trip.

We would be the first to wake up our families and drag them to our car to make it to the camp site. On our way there, you would ride in my car because your sisters car seats took too much space in the back and you like the extra space in my car. Perks of being the only child, you would always say. The car ride would consists of games, jokes, stuffing our faces, holding in our pee and even arguments that would not last long because you hated being mad at me. When we finally arrived, we weren't even tired because we were always eager to sit up the tent we shared and explore the forest. Smores were always a must and your dad would tell ghost stories by the camp fire. The second day was hiking day, followed by one of us injuring ourselves to the point where the one of us would carry the other back to camp. The third day was always the worst because t was the last and we would make a large fuss about not wanting to leave. One year we even threaten to run away and live in the woods. Then we remembered we would have  have to use the bathroom, which killed our idea instantly. After we got home, it didn't end there because you would always stay at my house.  

One summer she came and got all of your attention.    

I think that was the same time you started to leave me a lot. Your family noticed it too. 

Your mom even asked me if everything was alright between us. 

It wasn't.

But of course I didn't tell her that. 

"What? No! Really everything is great actually!" I answered. 

But it really wasn't.

Of course you didn't know that.

~~~

By autumn, I asked her out. 

She said yes. 

You didn't like that.

I liked that. 

Love,

R.D.