Its been two weeks, and it's time to go home. They waited a year to see each other and their time together is up. The girl stands outside on the sidewalk as the boy pulls up. He lives there, but she can't stay. She has to begin her life, start college and leave everything behind her. He knows how the process goes, but he can't seem to perform the motions. They say goodbye, and he closes her car door with a simple "I'll be seeing you." The two part ways, and she drives back, playing the memories over in her head.
They have both started their lives at college. It's been a month since they've seen each other. The boy checks his mailbox like any other day, finding a handwritten letter with no return address. He holds the letter, imagining her voice as he reads it.
Dear Zach
How are you? Is your apartment everything you wished for and more? I'm loving college. I should not have believed you when you said freshman year is an easy work load-it's definitely not. I asked my mom about going to Michigan at Christmas and she said it depends on when I get my tonsils out. Loser. Every time I hear dubstep I think of us driving around the state of Michigan trying to find a white castle. I can picture your laugh and backwards hat so perfectly. You always said I looked nice when we first saw each other. "Dubbed best knight ever." I wish I could go back to that. There was no such thing as the future. College was a world away and the only thing I had to worry about was the sound of my car coming down the driveway at 5a.m. We were always together for the sunrise but we were always thinking about it too much to ever watch it go up. I don't think we'll ever be back there again-sneaking around your house, driving through Milford, visiting your grandma's house, searching for working gas stations. We'll never be there again, but we'll always be there to me.
I miss you.
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