Tiffany's P.O.V
I read through the pages, taking each word in. Allowing everything to be absorbed.
'I guess she kinda just fucking owned everything she did.
I Remember her walking into the room, we never touched and yet I felt that something connected us- really a force stronger than either of us. There were many reasons for me to fall in love with her.
Frankly, I never wanted to fall in love. Not at all. But at some point she smiled, and holy shit I blew it.
When she left me I sat there for hours, not thinking. Because I knew if I did, i'd remember that you weren't there.'
Every passage just seemed to hold me. Whether it was the fact this was Cameron's notes, or the fact is was in fact about me.
Receiving this changed a lot of things. I knew it wasn't sent from him, it holded things that never were meant for my eyes.
The amount of times he confessed his love, and how it was hard to always show it.
'And even tho we let it go, I still got these feelings over you. It's been some time, shit it's been so long. I guess I shouldn't be so blunt, but the way you look just isn't right. '
Everything he wrote was made thinking about me, everything was about me.
And I was always to selfish to even realize.
It was always me.
'And as your standing right infront of me I can't seem to find the words to say that I love you more with each day.
My knees seem to be getting weak, rumbling on and on about some thing that happened last week.'
My eyes brimmed with tears as I continued to read the passages. I guess I really never assumed things as beautiful as this were ever written about me.
I pulled my phone out, dailing the number.
"Hello"
"Cameron" I cried onto the phone
"I don't have time to listen how Beau messed up or why your crying"
"NONO-" and he hung up
I sat there, bringing my knees up. I laid in a ball, the moment I wanted it to be about him, he wanted it to stop being me.
"'Maybe we have to take some time'
'She can have all the fucking time she needs'
I flipped to the last page.
'She'll come back one day, I know she will. How can you just give up a constant with acouple words? And maybe one day I won't take her back. Or maybe I'll fuck up and she won't take me back. I don't know what will happen. But somehow it seems not even the gods can separate the two of us..."
Beau came in, plane tickets in hand.
"We have to leave now, our flight was moved up, more shows came up" he told me
I smiled, holding my tears in
"Don't cry, the flight won't be so long"
He looked down at the journal, eyeing every section. I could see his heart break in the moment. As Cameron's name was written boldly in the front.
I threw the notebook on the dresser, I stood up wiping my tears and walking past the Aussie man.
