Dear Ashton,

17.

Dear Ashton,

He took me to Nimarco's for dinner and then to the fair.

I didn't even know there was a fair in town, but apparently there is.

Oh my goodness, Ash. It was so much fun, and I knew you would've loved to go.

I would've loved to go with you, but I can't.

Luke has been taking really good care of me. He does this thing where he'll hold onto the steering wheel with one hand and graze my hands with the other, almost as if he's scared I'll reject holding hands with him.

On the Ferris Wheel I just went for it and held his hand, its a lot softer than yours. But I didn't feel weird about it.

I miss you so much at times. 

Maybe if you came home things would be different, but you're on tour for the next 4 months until you get a break. 

Part of me is angry with myself because I'm replacing you with Luke. But the the other part of me is scolding you for leaving and reminding myself that you wouldn't want me tearing myself apart and that its okay that you moved on, because now I can too.

Luke and I are going to the beach tomorrow. My cuts are healed and he bought my scar cream a few weeks ago so they're pretty faded. 

I'm excited. 

Goodnight Ashton Irwin.

Don't let the tramp suck you into the tragedies of fame.

-Riley.

x