Dear Niall,
May 31
I really like Louis. He's so nice, and he likes books almost as much as I do.
"What's your favorite book?" He asked me one day.
"All of them." I answered.
"No, really," He said, chuckling. "What is your favorite book?"
"All of them."
"You're supposed to pick one."
"I can't, Louis."
"Why?"
"They're all much too lovely." I explained. He only laughed and shook his head.
He's asked about you, you know. He knows it's tough for me, being away from you.
It really is tough, Niall. I miss you so much it hurts.
Yesterday, only for a moment, I thought I was an awful person. I had a bad thought, Niall. It was terrible.
See, there was an eyelash on my cheek, and I made a wish on it. I wished that you wouldn't make any friends in Connecticut, because I'm afraid you'll forget about me. It was selfish and terrible. I felt so awful that I turned off my bedroom light and went to bed even though it was only five thirty in the evening.
Louis came over for breakfast this morning, and my mom was already at work, so I fixed pancakes-or at least, I tried to. I ended up burning them, but then Louis suggested that we make a fruit salad. We did, and it was delicious. I can't wait for you to meet him, he's so funny. I think you two would like each other.
For once, I hope the summer flies by so you can come home sooner.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
May 31
We always seem to think we're invincible, or something, don't we?
I'm beginning to learn that maybe we aren't so invincible.
Today it rained, really, really hard. I layed in bed all day reading my book and missing you. Probably too much. Probably way too much.
I miss my brother, too. Lately I think I've spent too much time alone. I've been thinking a lot about the car crash last October. I thought Greg would be forever, I really, really did. I was so naive, so naive to think that there was such thing as 'forever.'
My Grandma, she didn't even know he was dead. Its been almost a year and nobody even told her. She asked me how he was doing last night. I told her he was doing great. I couldn't bring myself to admit it.
If you were here it would be okay. You'd snuggle up next to me and rub your thumb along my jawline and tell me I was your best friend. I need that, Elle.
I miss you. I miss you a lot, Elle.
Love,
Niall
