The Story of Us

The things.

Ch. 5

So badly did I want Tyler to come see me. It was just one of those things where you just need it to happen. I believed that he would show up. I believed that he would finally realize how much he truly meant to me.

I sent him letters, kind of like the notebook. If I couldn't get him to reply via text, call, or anything along the lines of social networking, then I was going to do something drastic. So I did. I spent about a month really thinking about how I would write to him or what I would say. Most of them, I wrote about 5, said that I loved him, and I finally realized how much he actually meant to me.

Writing letters really got to me. I just let everything loose about how I felt. It was a nice way of explaining things. Since I could really put character by the way I was writing. Unlike texting, and social networks, you can't feel the emotion. Calling and writing was the best way. So that's exactly what I did. I let my emotions go. On paper. Through pencil, pen, highlighter, and paper.

The problem with writing letters, was that I didn't know his new address. Nobody knew or they wouldn't tell me. I wanted the letters to be a surprise so I wasn't going to ask Tyler if he got them yet. Whenever he did receive them, is when he would. I sent them to his old address, hoping they would forward to his new home.

Time can only tell. Time will heal wounds. Time is what we all needed to give, and the patience is what we needed to show. That's how I was with Tyler; everything he had ever told me and showed me. I was willing to wait, and feel what he felt. I just wanted to feel those things in front of him. Not through cyberspace.

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I'm currently at this point in real life. Just waiting.