A Different Kind of Love

Epilogue

 Evelyn's P.O.V

ONE AND A HALF YEAR LATER

Dear Evelyn,

I am writing to you, because right now, I have never been happier.  

I hope you're willing to listen, because I'm willing to share.

About a little less than a year ago, my memory returned.

Don't ask why, or how. It just happened when a soccer ball hit me in the head during my first seasonal game freshman year. My first thought was to call you. But I stopped myself. It had been five months since we last saw each other. You even told me yourself that it wouldn't work out if my memory ever returned.

Do you remember that day? It feels like ages ago.

Anyways, another reason I did not call you, was because I was already in a relationship with someone else. I found someone new when I started my freshman year. Of course, this was when my memory hadn't resurfaced. But after my memory did surface, I convinced myself that I wasn't in love with you anymore. You and I, we were over with. Done.

But I soon realized that I was lying to myself.

Everyday I would kiss Emily, I would imagine your lips, and not hers. I would imagine your smile and your laugh.

I broke up with Emily a month after my memory returned.

And that's when I felt alone. And that's when everything began to fall apart.

I swore to myself that I would never drink. But you have to believe me when I felt like I was falling. I wasn't sure when things would get better or when things would just get worse.

I was drowning. And no one could save me.

I started hanging out with the wrong people. They would steal and vandalize, not care about anyone but themselves. They would party every weekend and get drunk. So that's what I did. I would drink to forget things. I loved the feeling I got when I couldn't remember anything about where I was, or who I was with.

Of course alcohol didn't numb the pain of a broken heart.

When my grades started slipping, I think that was the point where I realized I had no idea who I was anymore.

My soccer coach threatened to kick me off the team because I was slacking. But that would mean I would lose my scholarship, and I couldn't afford to pay for everything on my own.

At a party one night, I accidentally spilled my drink on this one girl. She was furious. And I thought if I was lucky enough, I would never see this girl again.

But I did. And everything changed from then on. The thing is, I was just lucky enough to see her again. And a couple months later, she was my girlfriend.

I didn't think she would help me get over how lonely and unlike myself I felt. But she did.

My grades started going back up, I wasn't slacking anymore in soccer.

I felt like I wasn't drowning anymore.

I'm not sure at which point I realized I was in love with her, but I was.

I am.

I felt awful at first. How could I love her when you were still swimming around in my mind?

Things got a lot better though. I realized that what you and I had, was special. We were each others first love.

I remember that day when you told me you never stop loving someone.

I never stopped loving you.

But that doesn't mean I can't be in love with someone else.

I still love you, but it's different now.

You know what's funny? The word different is actually quit different.

"We're different."

"Your shirt is different."

"Our love was different." I realized this only a few short months ago.The word different can mean a good or a bad thing. It's different.

And I believe that our love was different. I believe that when I was with you, it was different.

I'm not writing this letter to you to make you feel like shit.

I just want to merely say that I'm happy you came in and out of my life.

I'm happy I fell in love with you first so I would know what to expect later on.

I'm happy that things between us happened the way they were.

Without you, I never would have found someone else.

I know that sounds like a dick thing to say.

But that's not how I mean it.

What I'm trying to say, is that I believe everything happens for a reason.

At first, I didn't believe in that quote. But now I do.

I hope one day we can be friends again. I know there will always be a cut in our relationship. I believe that no one's relationship is perfect.

But I think ours was close.

And that's all that matters.

I'm planning to ask the girl I love to marry me one day. Maybe not now, not in a few months, but one day. Because that's how much I love her.

I hope you found someone who makes you happy just as much as Julia makes me happy.

I hope things are all doing okay with you.

It feels good getting my thoughts on paper and sending and writing this letter to someone who was such an important person in my life.

I hope only the best of things happen to you.

And I hope one day, not now, and not in a few months. But someday when the sky is extremely blue and the birds are flying high and the stars are bright at night.

When you realize how much you're in love when you walk down the aisle.

When you get up late at night to rock your crying baby girl or boy.

Or even when you're eighty years old, and never happier, surrounded by your grandchildren.

I hope one day your realize that you're beautiful.

Beautiful in every way possible.

And you always will be.

Maybe not to anyone else, but to me.

To me, you'll always be beautiful.

If you ever need anything at all, do not be afraid to call me or write me a letter. I'll always be here for you.

Sincerely,

Blake.

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So this is it :((

I actually really like the way I did this. I like how Blake sent her a letter as a little reminder that he hasn't forgotten about Evelyn.

Anyways, I have an author's note that I will upload after this. It's just a little explanaition and a thank you.

thank you all soooooooooooooooo much.