Dear Carson,
I bet you didn't know I have a real book all about you. It's half way finished. I haven't written in it since last summer. It was sort of like a diary, but not really. It is a black book, that had white blank paper... Until I began writing, and filling pager after page up. At first, the first book started off in seventh grade, about Trevor. Then, it slowly changed to all about you. And now that one is completely finished with no spaces left. I finished it off last summer too. It's half you and half Trevor. But now I have that second book. And I'm thinking about writing in it again. But then again, maybe I should leave it unfinished with unanswered questions and pleas. To just not finish the story.. I want us to be eternity. So what better way than letting us be?
YOU ARE READING
Dear Carson
ContoDear Carson, do you ever think about me? Do you ever miss me? When you hear our song, does it make your heart ache? Or does it remind you of us? Or do you still not care? You hurt me. You really did. You still do. I don't thinks you realize the pain...
