Dear Camila,
It's a Saturday today, and like most Saturdays I go to this little diner just down the road from that McDonalds that I used to work at. I arrived today at the diner and sat down and ordered myself the usual coffee that I had every time and sipped it quietly as I stared off into space thinking about different things.
This big group of what I assumed were high schoolers, walked in all dressed in tuxedos and bright pink dresses. It was then that I realized that it was that time again. It was time for prom because school was almost over for the summer.
One couple caught my eye though. There was this girl who was beautiful and dressed in a baby blue dress. She sat in a booth just in front of me and a very handsome young man sat in front of her and while they sat there, they laughed and looked at each other with such love. You could see it in their eyes, Camila. It's kind of like how you used to say that eyes can tell a person more of a story than words. You were always so wise. No wonder I found comfort in you when you would talk to me when I had such a bad day. I miss that.
My parents used to say that whenever I looked at you, it reminded them of a child on Christmas day or someone seeing the Northern lights for the first time. They would tease me gently about it every time you would leave my house, and I would deny it every time because I didn't see the way I looked at you. Only they did. I only realized that they were right when I brought home our prom pictures from school.
In the picture, I stood next to you with my arms wrapped around you waist as you stood in front of me with a huge smile plastered on your face. I was staring down at you with such loving eyes. I wonder from time to time if you ever noticed the way I looked at you. I wonder if you knew you looked at me like that too.
Before you I didn't care much for dances. In fact I couldn't care less. My mom tried talking me into going to prom with this junior boy from school back when I was a sophomore. She said that I should enjoy my high school years while I had them and to experience a high school dance. I brushed her off and stayed home that night, eating pizza and playing monopoly with my little sister Taylor.
When I heard the dance was coming up soon I remember quickly rushing to the nearest grocery store for a bouquet of red roses and a box of pizza from dominos. I paid the principal to let me barrow the microphone during lunch and got up in front of everyone while the song Free fallin by Tom petty played in the background. I came up to you and handed you the pizza and roses before saying "Camila, will you go to prom with me?"
You gave me a huge smile and nodded furiously as you wrapped your arms around my neck. I picked you up and sung you around, before setting you down on the ground and pulling away. You kissed me. You kissed me in front of everyone, and we weren't even together. But somehow we both knew that we
belonged to each other and no one else. I guess everyone knew that too because all the guys who had once looked at you like they were ready to pounce you didn't look at you like that anymore and suddenly kept their distance from you.
I have that picture of us framed now. It hangs up in my living room on the fire place where I know I will see it every day. Right above it on the wall above the fire place is a quote that says "The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
You used to say that all the time and so I hung it up. And every word of it is true, because it isn't hard to see that through my eyes I was screaming "I'm in love with Camila Cabello!" Even a blind person could see it for themselves.
I'm still in love with you.
I love you.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
