Dear Camila,
Do you remember when you would sit down and write stories about the sun and the moon? I remember.
You would sit quietly on the couch. Your legs would be pulled up to your chest and you would sit a note pad on your knees and write and write and write until you finished a chapter of their story.
One day I just got done from cooking dinner for us since you had been cooking all week, and I saw you scribbling words down on the note pad, almost as if you were trying to win a race.
"Camila?" I asked "What is this?"
You simply just looked up at me and smiled. "It's the story of the sun and moon, of course"
I didn't understand and I guess you got the hint since you explained even further.
"You see, the sun and moon are soul mates. People thought they were bad for each other and thought that it wouldn't work out because they never even get to see each other much, but they did. The moon dies for the sun everyday so that the sun can shine but the moon also witnesses the death of the sun every night they come out to bring darkness upon the earth. It's sad" You told me and smiled.
"But their love is meant to be, even though so much is sacrificed. It's inevitable. Like us"
I wanted to say something back to you. I tried, but words didn't form in my mouth. They couldn't.
So from then on out, you wrote every night about the sun and moon and I never questioned it. You sent it to a publisher and they loved it and it became a fast selling book. You never knew this but I went out and secretly bought a copy and would read it late at night when you fell asleep.
You named the moon Lauren and the sun Camila.
It was no longer a story about the sun and moon to me. It was the story of us. And it will always remain the story of us.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
