Dear Camila,
I was bored today, as I usually am so I decided to go through my box of DVR movies and watch one. Of course I have movies such as the notebook and the last song and the fault in our stars but one movie out of all of those caught my attention. I picked it up and found out that it was a video recording from our wedding day.
Because I was curious I slipped it into the DVR and watched as it started to play.
It was us. We were slow dancing on a flat platform we had rented in your back yard. Everyone was off to the side, while you and I were the only ones on the floor. They all watched us.
I remember that day.
After we had said our vows and had finally gotten married after nine years of being together, we had our cake and had watched everyone as they gave their small speeches about how they wished us luck in life. Dinah was the last one to give a speech about us and hers was truly the best. She made us all crack up and laugh until our bellies hurt. She threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you.
Dinah dragged us all to the floor where everyone else was dancing. We danced normally like everyone else. We did the sprinkler and a lot of old dance moves we had seen our parents use as kids.
The song suddenly changed into a slow song. It was how do I live by Trisha Yearwood.
You and I both know that I never was fan of country music. In fact I hated it with a great passion, but you didn't mind it. Of course you didn't mind it. You are Camila Cabello. You love all kinds of music.
We sat in my car one day up on a hill that overlooked the town. The lights had been shining so bright and it was so beautiful. You and I were in the backseat in the middle of a make out session. You were straddling my hips and slowly rocking back and forth so our centers were meeting. I remember being so caught up in the moment and letting out so many loud moans. I was thankful that no one was around, otherwise they would have heard.
I didn't even know that this song was even playing until you pulled back and started to sing as you kept rocking back and forth into me.
"How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe without you? If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive? How do I how do oh how do I live?" You sang to me softly. It was almost a whisper.
I was panting. And although I despise country music as much as the world hated Donald Trump I couldn't help but love the lyrics and how much they described us so well. That song was my one and only exception.
You and I slow danced as everyone watched from the sides since it was our first dance a couple.
The rest of our wedding had been nothing but amazing. We spent two weeks in England, visiting manyCastles. We even got to stay in one for a night. It was on our first night. The night we finally gave each other to each other again, but this time as a married couple.
As we made love that night you whispered to me that you loved me so many times. After every kiss, every stroke, every thrust, you whispered those three words.
You wanted me to know that I was yours and you were mine. I surely still am and always will be.
Sincerely,
Lauren Jauregui
