We Were There

Dear Sierra,

        By the time you're going to read this you're now fulfilling your dreams in New York. You always told me that you dreamt of becoming a fashion designer, and that you would be the one who would model all those clothes. I kept on supporting and believing, hoping that I was a part of you dreams.

But I wasn't.

You didn't include me in the "dream plan 101"

        Now you're crying. I know you would. You would wipe your crystal clear tears with your camo shirt at the bottom most part like a baby not knowing how to wipe her face. I always notice the most adorable things about you.

        Now you're smiling. Smiling while crying, then chuckling softly. Did you ever know I was stalking you since the 8th grade? Well yea, so I guessed you needed to know. *smiles like an idiot*

        So now, long story short is that you didn't tell me you were going to move to New York after our gradution and that you left me with your most precious and prized possession, your Canon 60D.

        Yes it was painful, I kept on crying the whole night while checking your camera. It was full of our pictures. Our first days of school, the "once-in-5-years-pizza-day" in our cafeteria, the first community service we had, our prom night, and lastly, our graduation.

        So now you're Chloe S. huh? You remembered my 'suggested on-cam name' *smiles like an idiot again*

        Well me, I'm still here in LA, and still the guitar boy you said I was. To be honest I started playing because of you. But well, now you're gone. I hope you come home here sometimes. It's starting to get monotoned around the place. The buildings are grey, trees are grey, people are grey, it's become so boring without you.

        So I won't extend this any longer, I just wanted you to know, that I've been missing you so damn much.

-Jake D.

Oh and PS.,

W e W e r e T h e r e . xx