• 6/2/2014 •
Dear Camile,
It's been two weeks since your body has been found in the river at the red bridge. The bridge we played on when were little. I don't know why I'm writing this, because you won't read this anyway. But my mom suggested I'd write down my emotions, because she saw how your death has been affecting me. And trust me, it hasn't affected me in a good way.
Camile, the last two weeks have been the worst of my life. I've been crying non-stop and the first week I refused to come out of bed.
How could you do that to yourself, Camile? I thought things would be better, but they didn't.
Oh Camile, I miss you so much. Everything I see and hear reminds me of you.
You.
The girl with the golden blonde hair, with that smile that could cure illnesses within a second, with that sparkle in your eyes whenever you found the answer to something, with those freckles you've always hated dotted over the bridge of our nose, with that scar on the side of your left eyebrow which could easily be overlooked.
But I didn't.
Camile; it was always you. Everything about you. All of your habits and pet-peeves; I adored them all, because they made you you.
I feel awful for not telling you how I've felt about you. How I truly felt about you. When you started dating Jonathan my world collided on top of itself. I somewhere must've thought I still had a fair chance with you. But I was horribly wrong.
Still, I tried to stay happy for you, because all that mattered was seeing you happy.
And now that you're gone my world has collided again. But this time it's a hundred times worse. I feel like I'm living in pain, even though nothing physically happened to me.
Oh Camile, how could you do that to yourself.
Love, Quentin
PS; Sorry about the sentimental shit
