Marcel POV
My night was pretty sleepless, I couldn't stop thinking about Kassidy. When she ran back and kissed me, I knew that this would be harder than I thought.
Only a few months until I see her again. I could do this.
Yes, we weren't together anymore. But it doesn't mean I'll miss her any less. The feelings were there no matter what, together or not.
My flight was at nine in the morning so I quickly got ready and brought down all my suitcases. I took the letter that Kassidy had given me, still unread, and slipped it into my jacket. My father and Patricia dropped Harry and I off the airport, and said our goodbyes.
A few minutes later, Jennifer was dropped off by her father. We all entered our gate, went through security and entered the airplane. While I was sitting in the plane, I pulled out the letter and began to read:
Dear Marcel Styles,
Funny how I am writing you a letter now! Well, I really am not good with talking, but I can sure write things. How do I start this?
I guess I will start this with an apology on how I reacted when I found out. Though my heart was probably crushed, I should've smiled and supported you as a good girlfriend should be. But then again, I am not perfect. It makes me angry to know that I wasted one month being too proud and holding a grudge with someone I love. I should've spent more minutes, hours, days, weeks, being with you.
Though I am not the most perfect person in this world, you do make me feel like it. I may not even be close to deserving on how you treat me. Let me begin with your kindness, I have not met anyone in this whole world who is kinder than you. Your caring heart, it shows through your smile that can be seen by anyone a mile away. You may say you aren't romantic, but I am goddamn sure that romantic is an understatement. You're perfect though my eyes, no matter what. Glasses or not. Vests or graphic tees.
You always tell me how much you appreciate me, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you. You taught me things like forgiving. I know I need to work on it more, but you have taught me that holding a grudge may not be the best thing in life, and trust me I have learned it the hard way. I will never forget the song you wrote or the poems and letters you have given me. I won't ever take off this necklace. The one that you gave the day we went to the mall on that breezy afternoon.
I will miss your lips, touching mine. I will miss your curls that you never exposed before ( which I still don't understand because they are amazing to be honest). I will miss your beautiful green eyes that I cannot get tired of looking at.
I am so so proud of you, you made it to Oxford University! Though I am miles away from you, I am just there, cheering you on when you get good grades on your test. It will be the hardest thing to get used to the fact that you aren't near, but I know you'll be doing the same thing when I get a good grade on my test. ( or you'll be scolding me if I get a bad one, oops.) Berkley is my dream, as Oxford is yours. Being in love with someone, you have to sacrifice things. I know one day, we will graduate and settle down. I will cheer on you, as you cheer on me. When that does happen, I will also be cheering on the fact that we made it.
Growing up consists of decisions, some are pretty and some aren't. This isn't the easiest decision in the world, but if we are strong and we are meant for eachother, we will make it through. I love you so so much, I can't explain with words how much I do. I know, it may be hard to know that you are thousands of miles away from me, but I know your presence is by me all the time.
