June 6th, 2017
5:54 pm
letter #4
I didn't sleep again last night.
Yesterday, after I sat by the window all night, Ethan came by. He said the same things he always did; how shitty you were for leaving and how I shouldn't be hung up on someone that awful, someone who could leave me so easily. I know seeing me hurt hurts him, I know he just wants to protect me, but I still defended you anyway. I told him you weren't awful or shitty, and there had to have been a reason you left me. Because you wouldn't have left me for no reason, right?
He asked me how I could sit there and defend you, after you broke my heart so harshly and so suddenly, and I told him it's because I love you. And I do. You leaving doesn't erase all the memories we have. Important ones, sweet ones, random ones or even some that most people wouldn't care to remember; doesn't matter, they're all still there.
Like how, when we used to make the bed together in the morning and halfway through, you'd jump on my back and I'd spin you around. Or when you'd walk around the apartment in one of my shirts, much too big and baggy on you, yet you had never looked more beautiful. Or the times when we'd just up and leave at some odd time in the morning, traveling to the beach to splash around, walk the shoreline or even just talk until the sunrise. Or even the times we would argue, heatedly and passionately, which always ended up with us kissing. I wish that could happen now. You'd come back and I wouldn't worry about where you'd been or how long you'd been gone, I'd just swoop you up and press my lips to yours like they had never left.
Please make that happen for us.
-We still have so many memories to make together,
Grayson.
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