Dear Camila,
I always hated those stupid cliché love stories. You know, the kind that always had a happy ending. The one's where everything seemed easy. I hated them only because they weren't real. Nothing like that ever happened. You know me. You know that I'm a very practical person who likes everything to be as realistic as possible.
But you...you were the opposite of me. I don't even know how we even became friends because you were the type of person I would suspect would drive me insane. And you did, but in a different way.
Although I hated love stories and cliché romance movies, I still watched them with you because you enjoyed them. You would spend hours locked up in your room reading a new John Green book or re-watching The notebook. I loved that about you. I remember watching the fault in our stars with you on a Sunday afternoon when we were trapped in your house because you were sick. I brought over a tub of ice cream and we watched it. You cried when Augustus died and I remember holding you as you cried your
eyes out. If someone had walked in and seen the mess you were in, they would have thought your puppy died or something. But it was sweet. You were sensitive.
Our love story thought, was better and sweeter than that. It was a lot better than any book that John Green could ever write, or any love song that Taylor Swift could write. And although I still to this day hate those damn love stories, I make it my mission to leave behind ours, so that one day when I'm long gone and there is no trace of me left on earth, our love story will still be physically here for my children and grandchildren to read one day. Or maybe someone a hundred years from now will find it and read it and be inspired to go out and search for their own version of a Camila.
But even god knows, no one can compare to you.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
