Dear Camila,
Do you remember how we met? I do.
It was 2015 and Ed Sheeran was playing a concert in New York. My friend Normani was a huge fan of hisat the time, so I bought her and me tickets to go. I was standing in line to buy her an Ed shirt while she hurriedly went to the bathroom. In front of me stood a beautiful girl with long brown hair and equally as beautiful brown eyes. They sparkled brighter than anything I had ever seen. I know that sounds cliché but it was true. I wish everyone could have seen what I saw that day. But then again I'm glad I was the only one, because if anyone else had seen you in that moment, they would have fallen for you too.
It was your turn to pay for your shirt. You wanted this bright green one but you seemed to be five bucks short. Your eyes turned dark in that moment as they filled with sadness. You were about to walk away and except that you couldn't afford the shirt, but I reached into my pocket and quickly paid the man the extra five dollars. You smiled and thanked me.
Later that night at the concert, I saw you seated in front of me. You were wearing the shirt and it took my breath away. You looked so stunning. You noticed me behind you and you began talking to me about the concert. I can't really explain what I was feeling in that moment for you because I don't think words would be enough. All I know is that you gave me your number on a small piece of paper from your jean pocket and I held onto that piece of paper for dear life.
That piece of paper occupies the ID slot in my wallet and that shirt is hung up in my closet. It's faded now. You can barely make out the design on the front, but it still smells like you. I take it out sometimes, when I want to feel close to you again. I try not to hold it too much because I don't want your perfume to fade from my memory.
Normani tries to get me to throw it out, but I refuse to. So it still sits there and I see it every day.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
