August 11, 2013
Dear Luke,
Last night was our date.
He picked me up from my house, he was wearing a dress shirt and jeans.
He looked perfect.
He smiled as soon as he saw me and told me I looked beautiful.
He took me to the ice cream parlor, where we first met. We sat at our table.
It's no longer the table you and I sat at.
It's the table Bryce and I met at.
He ordered my favorite ice cream, which turned out to be his favorite too.
As we ate, we told each other stories from our childhood.
After ice cream, we went to the park.
We watched the stars for hours and just talked, cuddled up on a blanket.
Afterwards, he walked me home.
We held hands and joked around.
The funny thing is, I hadn't thought of you the entire time I was with him.
Not even when we sat down at the table we used to call ours.
And for once since the breakup, I've laughed.
I laughed the most I've ever laughed with him.
He made me smile. He made me happy.
He made me all the things that you no longer could.
I still love you,
Emma
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Novela Juvenil❝one day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. however, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find... is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.❞
