Dear you,
Memories are hitting me like a ton of
bricks tonight. Everything I said to him; did with him. Which
is weird because I haven't thought like this in a long
time. I usually don't think about him,
ever.
I was fresh out of reading a book
when I remember our promise. The promise that when we were 16
and he had a car, he'd save me. He'd take some cash
he had saved up, pick me up one morning while my mom was at
work, and we'd drive away. We'd keep driving until we
were happy and we'd start fresh with each other. Just
each other- because that's all we'd need.
I started to get
worried after thinking about it. I started to think that in a
few years, he'll be going into the military and I'll
probably never see that smile again. That smile that makes me
happy no matter what's going on.
I never feel the
hugs again. The hugs he gives me everyday as he whispers
something in my ear. It's usually differnet ever time,
and that's what makes he special.
I fight with the idiot so
much but I love him to death. Maybe not a real love, but a
teenage love?
Memories are hitting
me like a ton of bricks tonight.
A plea,
Hannah
