Forever and Always

Chapter 6: The Letter

|| Matt's Point of View ||

After about meeting close to 500 more fans, and doing some performances for the fans on the stage, Digitour had ended. Time flew fast when you were doing what you loved.

Though I noticed throughout the course of the day, I haven't been able to take Madi off of my mind. Usually I remember fans to some extent, but this was different. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Was it her beautiful long blonde hair that stood out, almost appearing golden. Or was it her striking blue eyes, that stood out like Nash's. Everything, from her gorgeous smile to her adorable short stance stood out in my head, and her beautiful self kept reappearing in my head.

But there was also more that stood out. The way she wasn't hysterical, she didn't scream in my face, or jump on me. She didn't grab me and hug me, or even ask for a kiss. She thanked me for what I'd done for me. What I, Matt Espinosa, had done for her. I couldn't even grasp the fact that I had such an impact on this girl. Though she didn't state specifically, I could tell by her expression, and by the cuts on her arms, that I had done something for her.

The scars were also something I couldn't forget. The long, red, scars up and down her wrists, made my heart ache. I hadn't seen a fair share of self harm in my life, and to see it on a girl like madi broke my heart.

After I arrived to the hotel, the boys and I went up to Nash's room. I sat down, and heard something crinkle in my left pocket.

"What you got there Matt", Cameron asked curiously, focusing all the boys' attention on me.

Then it dawned on me, I had the letter Madi gave to me.

"A letter from a fan", I responded, reaching into my pocket, and pulling it out.

"Read it Matt, while you have the time", gilinsky perked up, the boys hovering around me to see the letter.

I nodded my head and after taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, and I ran my fingertips along the back of the envelope, slipping my finger under the seal and gently ripped it open.

The boys seemed to be sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for me to begin reading the letter. As I pulled it out I realized it was actually a collection of letters, and as I flipped through a few pages, I noticed they were dated as far back as last September. I looked up at the boys before taking a deep breath and reading the pretty handwriting on the first letter;

"June 13th, 2013

Dear Matt,

I suppose I should say 'Dear Boys (and mahogany of course) ' because I truly do love each of you, so please don't take offense to the fact that I begin my letters this way. I just originally wrote my first letter to Matt, and it's stuck. Now I won't lie, I feel a special connection in my delusional mind to you, Matt. You mind if I call you that? Well I guess you have no say in it really... if you want to you can call me Madison, Madi, or Madi, anything or nothing at all because I really don't know if you'll ever read these... or if I'll ever have the nerve to give them to you.

I hope you don't find me strange, but I honestly sometimes forget that I truly don't know you ... and that we're really not friends. But I feel it's necessary to write you this letter.

"Anyway, I just wanted to talk to someone. That's why I'm writing these... my friend Caroline suggested that I write in a diary or something, but I realized that would be pointless because once I write something, I don't like to go back and reread it. So I wrote a letter. Most of my memories aren't good ones... so I really don't like to be reminded of them. So I apologize for any mistakes or awkward content these letters hold; after I wrote them, they were stuffed in my bottom desk drawer, and I never read over them again. Except for the occasional editing I do (I'm a grammer enthusiast, and I like my writing to flow)