October 2,
Dear Zayn,
I didn't think a journal would completely work, so I needed to write to you this time.
Wow, I'm actually moved out. We officially aren't together anymore. Just those two sentences have already brought me to tears.
Zayn, where did we go wrong? We were so happy and our relationship seemed to be perfect. What happened to that? And out of all relationships, it had to be ours?
That sounds selfish of me. I just wish if I had to lose something in my life, it wasn't you.
We did have a good run, though. We laughed, cried, made jokes, lived, loved, and fought together. We seemed to do everything together. You were the other half of me. You completed me whenever you were with me. I hope you felt the same way.
That one time in my life I chose to read, I met you. It was all because of the book, what was its name? Oh, whatever. A book name isn't important right now. But if it weren't for that book, I wouldn't have fallen in love with you. We were each supposed to be right where we were when we met each other. Even though it had to come to an end, it was all worth it.
Don't ever start thinking for a second that you didn't changed my life, cause you did. You made my life better than I thought it would ever get. God, I'm so thankful for that and that's something I'll never be able to repay you for. You have changed me, made me a better person. I don't know how you did it, how you managed to fix me up, but you did. And that's just one of the few reasons out of billions why I love you.
We are two different people, maybe we had too many differences causing us to fight. We had a lot in common, maybe just not enough. But I think it was our differences that made us great together. I will never forget that.
You loved me so much. I could tell without you having to say anything. I know this because you were looking at me the way I looked at you. Even during our downfall, I would catch glances of you and you'd always be looking at me like that. You were so in love with me. You could still be. You are. I know it. Because if you weren't, you wouldn't have been looking at me that same way during our last night together.
We really did have a great run. There's not a thing that I regret about it. I could look back on this years later and think "My time with Zayn Malik is something I'd never trade for anything.
We will both be moving on with our lives after this, but all I ask is one thing. No, its not "don't ever stop loving me." Its, don't let this letter and this journal be the only thing where you bother to go remember me. Because I will be thinking about you everyday without even meaning to. And I just don't want some journal I snuck into the box of things I gave back be your only way to remember who I was or my name. I just want to be more than that to you cause you were, and still are everything to me.
Maybe someday, when we're ready we'll be back together. I hope we do. I love you far too much to ever let you go that easily. I hope someday, maybe you'll look me up.
Juliet Drover
After reading the letter and the journal in one night, Zayn knew he had to go find Juliet. He couldn't just leave without saying anything to her. It could be his last chance to see her again for a while. His last chance to see her smile, or hear her laugh, see her dark blue eyes.
Deciding on his final decision, he packed a small bag and got only little shut eye before heading off back to her hometown the next morning.
A/N
wow um only three chapters left. wow.
