Dear Simon | miniminter [COMPLETED]

twenty-one| how I recall

SIMON

I hadn't spoken to Daisy since Libby came with the letters and we had the very short conversation over the phone.

And that was almost 9 months ago.

It felt strange to read these letters addressed to me, written by the girl I was/ am still in love with.

She said she was sorry, and constantly kept apologizing in the letters, that she didn't want to have to make that decision to leave me, and all of us behind.

But she did.

She mentioned that we'd been through a lot of shit, and I nodded my head in agreement as if she was right there next to me— which I wish she were.

It made me wonder how she easily played everything off, she'd been keeping it all a secret for so long, from everyone that she loved.

She expressed her emotions at each given time, how she was stubborn and I was stubborn. How I was protective of her, or I wanted to show her off, even when we were just friends.

But it never felt like that to me, somewhere in my head, all this time I knew that someday I would be with Daisy.

Even if it took years and years, I knew something more would come of my friendship with Daisy.

And when it did, for real, it was exactly as amazing as I'd imagined, if not even better, certain moments surpassing my expectations by miles.

I looked up from the page in my hands, taking a quick break from reading and caught as JJ made his way past my door.

When he found out that Libby had dropped by to give me the letters Daisy had written, he wasn't exact the happiest that he didn't get any letters.

But when I explained to him that Daisy mentioned him many times in the letters a smile subconsciously drew itself on his face.

JJ had also looked up at the same time as I had, he held a protein bar in his hand and took a bite as he continued to hold my stare.

I broke out into a laugh and he followed too, entering my room afterwards.

He wasn't as upset as when Daisy had first left, he spoke a lot more and was more alive in general.

Daisy leaving made us realise that she was an even bigger part of our lives than we'd thought.

Well— everyone else had thought. I knew she was going to be one of the most important people in my lives the day she called me an asshole on my sixteenth birthday.

It was addressed Dear Asshole, not Dear Simon like every other normal person.

JJ sat himself on my bed, his legs dangling off the edge of it as his eyes wandered around my room, inspecting all traces of Daisy in it.

When his eyes met mine again, he shook his head and let out a slight giggle.

"I though she told you to move on," He stated, pointing at the couple of pictures in the room of Daisy and I.

"I can have pictures with my friends too, that's a normal thing to do, you know," I replied defensively, crossing my arms as I glared at him.

JJ made the sound where he clicked his tongue against his teeth as the room fell silent and then he responded to my statement of before, "I don't see and pictures of me and you in here."

I threw my arms up, looking at him in bewilderment, "That's because they're all on Instagram."

JJ let out a big "humph" sound and crossed his arms, copying me and my stance.