Sophie's feelings towards her best friend, Gabriel, she protects like it's her dearest treasure, in fear of someone finding them. In fear of him finding out. So she grabs her pen and writes her loveletters which he will never receive.
Dear Gabe I just got back from Portugal. And believe it or not; the is finally shining here. And it is warm. Finally, Chelmsford will have some summer weather.
I didn't write to you during my trip, because I was afraid I would lose it. I will keep these letters secured in my room, in my desk, forever. Until the day I die. I promise you this; the day I die, I will allow you to read them. Because then I'm not here anymore. Then there's nothing more you can do.
I'm going to stop and be so depressing now. But I can't help it, now that you've moved away, I feel so empty. Like my other half is gone. Which is true. You are my other half. And you're living your life in America. At least I hope you are.
Being in Portugal was quite a relief for me. It was a distraction. Until I saw a guy that reminded me of you. He had messed up, dark brown hair like you, had the exact same WHITE jacket like you (the one me and your mum bought you for christmas last year) he wore jeans and sneakers. He had the exact same style. For a moment, I thought it was you. I just stood there blinking at him until he met my gaze and smiled at me. I swear, if he'd have the same smile as you and a dimple on his left cheek, I would've ran. But luckily he didn't. So I could assure myself it wasn't you. And you would've told me if you'd come back to Europe, right?
I also got the text you promised me to send. That made me happy.
Hey soph. I've officially arrived and DAMN it's hot here haha
I read it over and over again. You seemed happy, even though it was just a text. We talked a lot that day. You told me how cool it was and how nice the Americans are. You are nice too, you know. God bless America for having you there.
You said you'd facetime me as soon as possible, after you had finished your new room. Your new room. It hurts a little writing it. You're not my wall-to-wall neighbour anymore. The room on the other side is now empty. I saw it right before you left. Your bed is not there anymore. Your desk that was full of pokémon cards you swore you'd never throw away is not there anymore. Nor the cards. You told me you threw them away after all. Your closet isn't there anymore. Your pillows and blankets we used to build a tent of are not there anymore. Nothing is there anymore. You are not there anymore. And I will never hear knocking on the wall anymore or the sound of you playing Xbox anymore.
I hope you will facetime me. I hope you don't forget that. But I think I won't blame you if you don't, I'm sure America is pretty overwhelming.
Take care.
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