Imagine falling in love without knowing what love was. Imagine having to pick up your life and move across the country from the little boy who stole your heart. Imagine your love growing stronger, every day you spend apart from each other.
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It's been about a year since we moved to California and I still haven't adjusted. I miss my old room and my old school and my best friend, of course. I wonder how he's doing, that bubbly beautiful boy I used to see and talk to every day. It hurts just to think that I spent the first 10 years of my life with him and now I don't even know if he remembers who I am. Does he think of me? Does he wonder what I'm doing or how I've been? I just wish there was some way I can talk to him, hear his voice, see his face.
My thoughts are quickly interrupted by my mom peeking though my door. "Spenc are you up for a quick coffee date and some shopping? I need some girl time!"
"Yeah sure that sounds nice, lemme just get dressed." I head over to my closet and put on a white t-shirt with a red flannel tied around my waist, some ripped jeans and white converse. I decided to leave my hair down and wavy like I normally do because I am queen lazy. I slap on some quick foundation and mascara, I grab my bag and run out of the house and into the car where I find my mom waiting with a smile on her face.
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We blast the radio and roll down the windows as the warm California air blows through our hair. I can't help but smile when I'm in the car with my mom on days like this, it's always so nice. A couple minutes down the road we stop at our favorite coffee shop and head on in.
"How are my favorite girls doing on this fine day?"
I look up at Gina and give her a big smile "I am doing great how are you love?"
"I'm fabulous now that you beauties have arrived. Now have a seat, what can I get for you today?"
My mom and I order two French vanilla coffees and a muffin, the usual, and then have a seat on the sofas near the window.
"Hey Spenc, I have something for you, I was going to wait and give it to you later but I just can't," a grin spreads across my moms face as she pulls something out of her purse. I look up from my coffee and see an envelope. Once she hands it to me I look down and my heart starts to race as I read the address scribbled on the corner of the envelope.
"Oh my god! I-is this from Aaron?!" I quickly tear open the envelope and pull out a folded piece of lined paper covered in scribbled words. Even though I have no clue what these words hold quite yet, I still can't hide the smile plastered on my face. "I need to go home and read this mom, do you mind if we don't stay out as long?"
She giggles, "Of course not honey, I knew you've been waiting to hear from him."
After we finish up our coffee we head outside and do a little shopping. If you ask anyone that knows me the least bit they'll tell you that I love to shop; but God, today, all I wanted to do was go home and read that letter.
"Wanna head home Spenc? Your obviously not in the shopping mood today, I can tell," my mom gives me a slight grin and we start walking over to our car.
"Yeah, I've got a lot on my mind, thanks though mom, for taking me out today," I return the smile and hop on the passenger seat.
As we pull into our drive way a couple minutes later I sprint inside and yell out to my mom "I'll be up in my room!" I run up the stairs, down the hallway and into my room, gently shutting the door behind me. I stand there for a second and catch my breath, and my thoughts. Slowly, very slowly, I reach my hand into my purse and pull out the slightly crinkled Manila colored envelope. I examine the writing on the front of it and I know right away that it's his writing, the sloppy and scratchy writing that I would always make fun of him for. I giggle, thinking about when we used to have 'hand writing contests' when we were in first grade, I always won. I slowly make my way over to my bed and sit down, staring deeply at the envelope telling myself to open it over and over but I am actually very terrified. What if he wants to tell me that he met someone new, a new best friend, a new person to make memories with. Or what if he - "Oh my god just do it already Spencer!" I shut my mind up and take out the folded piece of paper. I take a deep breath and read the letter slowly, word by word, taking it all in...
"My dearest Spencer, I don't exactly know how to say this, but ever since the day you left I haven't been the same. When you moved it was almost as if a piece of me left with you. My mom told me that I should try writing to you, and that maybe it'll help... So here goes nothing. I understand if you've found a new best friend, or if you met this really cool guy that is totally cuter than me (lol so not possible), but if you don't answer me back, i'll understand. I just need to know if I should have any hope, or if I should just move on. Spencer, I love you, and I have loved you ever since that day in July when we were 5 years old. You accidentally tripped me on the playground because you wanted to get to the slide first, I started crying and you looked down at me and gave me a hug and helped me up. I'm sure you don't remember that but I think back to that day all the time because that was the first time I knew I had a true friend. I miss you, and I just want to hear from you. God I suck at writing letters but whatever. Yours truly, Aaron"
Once I finish reading what had been beautifully kept in between the lines of this paper I wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks and smile to myself. I lean back on my bed and read the letter again, and again, and again.
"Spencer it's dinner time!" I hear coming from downstairs. I smile one last time, fold the paper up neatly and place it back in its envelope. I slide the envelope into a shoebox kept under my bed and run down stairs.
