Ten Letters To Cassidy

Letter Three

Dear Cassidy,

It's Riley again, it seems I'm always the one talking to you. Savannah has given up on writing, I don't know if it's forever. But I thinks she's kind of lost the will to do it, lost her motivation. But I don't think it's forever. Savannah is one of those people that's bursting with creativity, it'll eventually come back.

I on the other hand, I don't know Cassidy. Every time I look at a book I don't feel the urge to read it like I once had. I guess they've lost some meaning to me.

That reminds me, in English we're reading this book called "The Kite Runner". All I could think about was that day when Savannah had that brilliant idea to go down to Lincoln Park and fly a kite. You let the kite go and we ended up chasing it down the street. People were looking at us oddly, but we didn't care. We chased after that homemade kite until we couldn't breathe anymore. I don't know if I can read that book now, I might start crying.

Pitiful, right? A simple book title can break me down now. But this is what you wanted, right? You wanted to go out with bang, you wanted to be remembered. You thought no one was listening, I was always listening, Cassidy. But your gone now and yet it still feels like you're here. And I'm still listening.

Love,

Riley