Tears made of Sun (Emblem3)

~ Epilogue

Life finally decided to start working out after that. After a year of twists and shit, I finally got my way. I got my friends back, my boy back, my happiness back, and for fuck's sake, my sleep back. Wes of course never stopped his tours, and I never intended him to, but we found a way to work things out. I had to work on my jealousy levels, because YouTube videos never stopped flowing in of girls jumping on the guys as if there was no tomorrow. But I knew that at the end of the day, he was always mine. I knew I'd always hear from him, whether that was from a Shout-out in a morning show, or a daily night call which I learned to adore and wait for. He, in turn, learned to be patient while I studied, and not intrude every time he missed me. There were times when we missed each other, but we learned to walk through them, and prioritize. Two years have gone by ever since we decided to work things out. Two whole years and tomorrow is our anniversary. You can obviously imagine all the shows and presents I've received along with a 'happy anniversary' card for every month and year. But with Wes, I don't need all that. He makes every day a gift. And the bright side is, I'm almost done with college. I decided to follow a music career after all. Not going to sing or anything like that - not psycho enough for that yet - but I'm going to take on agency management and see where that'll take me. I  also decided to start my own campaign for girls who have yet to find their Prince Charming to knock the sleeping pills off their hands. And that might not always be a boy, let me tell you. It might be a girl. Or a sister, or a brother, or a dad, or a mom. Or someone you'd never imagine. You just need to give them a chance and look at them like they just might be that person who could save you and make you smile. That's what I've learned. Don't get me wrong, I have my nights and weekends when all I do is cry, and freaking honestly, it feels great. If I didn't do that, I'd consider myself having some type of happiness obsessive disorder. But I've learned to cope and smile more than I cry. That feels even better.

"Hey chicken, move your feet and get on that surfboard!" I hear Drew and Keaton calling in unison. Wes is probably somewhere arranging a restaurant reservation for our anniversary tomorrow. I know him THAT well.

The sun is giving me hell and I'm almost sweating, so surfing is the best thing I could think of doing right now. Ever since I finished my second year in college, I haven't stepped away from the beach. I'm even up to the level to compete tans with Drew. I got a little more way to go through.

 Anyway Tyler, that's it for now. I miss you and you're not done with me yet! I'll keep updating you until the day I get married, and then until I get kids, and then until my kids have kids and name them after you, and then until I meet you again. Thanks. For never leaving me, you know. Even though you are a little absent on the nights I feel alone and cry. I know you're here though. I feel you in the sun. Drying my tears. I feel your tears on mine. Your tears made of sun. 

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