Stealing The Show (Such Sweet Sorrow Trilogy, Book One)

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Dear Paps,

I did it.  I kissed Jubilee Marshfield. We’re going to start dating.  

Of course, I’m writing this to you in a letter you’re never going to get.  But maybe you already know this.  Maybe you always knew.

Maybe now, wherever you are, you already know the ending to all the stories.

I sure don’t, and right now, I don’t even care.  I kissed Jubilee Marshfield and we’re going out, and that’s all that matters.  Where we’re headed, we don’t know, but that doesn’t matter.  

It’s not the end of our story.  It’s the beginning.

That’s kind of the point.

Anyway I think that’s the point, and I think that’s what you were telling me when I went to all of the places in your past.  It’s that we can’t understand the story of our life until our life is ending, and I don’t want my life to end anytime soon, so on we go not knowing, and not knowing, and not knowing, and we keep going anyway.  

Sorry that it took you dying for me to understand this.  I miss you.  

But it’s like you’re still here, sometimes, too.  Shoe said once that you were a man who knew how to pull off a death with real pizazz.  I think that’s what she meant.

But I think you understood endings, and beginnings and middles, too, who knew how to tell a story and how to make that story change people’s lives for the better.  You did it for me, anyway.  So I’m writing this letter to nowhere, this prayer, to say thank you, I love you, I miss  you.  To say I’ve never had so much fun being in so much trouble.  To say how lucky I am to have known you.  To say that I hope I can help somebody like you helped me.

I can see you right now, nodding your head and smiling a smile full of memory and wisdom.  

I miss you, but I’m smiling, too.

Love always,

Lewis

P. S. Did I mention? I KISSED JUBILEE MARSHFIELD!