Chasing Elliot Grace

Journal Entry #6

Dear H,
As I lay here, under the stars in your arms it makes me think. Think about where we began and those three summers we spent here at the beach house, our place. Our escape from the stupid things that life brought on. I think about those young and dumb fifteen year olds that hated each other and later fell for each other. I think about those sixteen year olds that were convinced they were in love with each other. And then I think about those seventeen year olds that thought nothing would ever tear them apart. But that's what happened isn't it? Because you can be dumb at the hard times and I run at the hard times. A great match some would say, complete opposites tend to attract. Others say that it could never last, that we're just to different. I hope to believe that the first choice is ours. That even after going through hell we will be okay, and that's what im sticking with. You told me you wouldn't let me go again, and im holding you to that. So Benjamin Hayes Grier, please keep your promise. You know you've always been a deep sleeper, so I found it funny that you actually caged your arms around me tighter when you felt me trying to get up when I went to get my journal. You still are the same fifteen year old boy where you sleep. Your face relaxes and you look so much younger. Like that boy I first fell in love with. So innocent and oblivious to the world outside of your dreams. I tend to not sleep as much these days, waking up at the slightest sound that reveals itself. Its uncommon for me. So this is where this journal entry all comes together. I end with this: this place is ours, so promise me that you won't forget it. Promise me that you won't let me go. Promise me that you'll save me from the fear that has taken over my brain.
Truly Yours,
  Your Grace