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Prologue

You could call Cameron Dallas and I best friends, before everything changed him. You could also say that I'm mad that he forgot all about me.

But I wasn't.

It took me some time to realize why he didn't bother to return my calls or visit me on my birthdays, but I did.

He was busy, or that's what everyone use to tell me in the beginning. Busy exploring the world, busy making his dream come true, busy making other girls happy.

Cam always knew how to make anyone happy. That's what drew us to be friends in the first place. He always knew how to make me laugh, how to cheer me up.

But it was different now.

He wasn't doing that to me anymore, but to millions of girls around the world.

He was making them happy.

He was making them feel loved, making them feel important.

How could I be mad at him for doing that?

I was proud of my best friend: proud of him for making his dreams come true.

As time went on, I found myself forgetting about cameron.

The older I got, the more I seemed to forget the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his hugs, the smell of his clothes.

It was like everyday, I was loosing another price of him.

But I didn't care.

I had my future to focus on, my dreams to make come true. I couldn't focus on a friendship that was long gone.

I found myself struggling to remember all the inside jokes we shared, all the secrets we told each other, all the memories we made.

He was my first.

First crush.

First kiss.

First love.

First time.

I still didn't regret any of it.

And now, at nineteen, I still found myself thinking about him from time to time.

I know if I searched him up on google or something I could find out what he was up to. I know because I've done it a lot before.

But it still didn't feel the same.

But then again nothing felt the same anymore.

Everything was different now. Everyone was different now.

I still missed him to death, and I know that if he came back into my life I would welcome him without hesitation, but I had other things to focus on.

My career.

My future.

My dreams ,

They were now all coming true.

Even though Cameron was a great big chapter in my life, I still had the rest of my book of life to read.

I know he has no idea about what I was up to, or where I even am now, but I like to think that he's proud of me.

Just like I'm proud of him.