Maybe I shouldn’t call it the aftermath. It sounds like some disaster that just went through, but honestly it was the best thing in my life. I just spent an entire week with you. My parents came and picked me up from the church shortly after you pulled out in your van. It was sad saying goodbye to you but I definitely still had your number written on a piece of paper. We weren’t allowed our phones on the trip, so I had to keep it with me until I could get it in my phone.
My family had a nice vacation for the rest of the week on the east coast. I remember that I couldn’t wait long enough to talk to you so I was talking to you on my Mom’s phone instead. You didn’t know that I was still on the east coast but I didn’t know if you wanted to see me again at that time. I guess I could have asked, but we weren’t super close to Middletown except to drive through. I would have loved to see you again. The entire trip there wasn’t supposed to be any “purpling” but if I saw you outside of the trip... I probably would have stolen your first kiss right then and there.
We texted so much the next month. I knew what was happening, and I knew where this was going. I was falling in love with you. So I told you, and you said you were in love with me too, and it was the best damn day of my life. I didn’t know what the future held for us, being over a thousand miles away, but my god if it involved you I would be so happy. We did this for years and years, talking nearly every day, through school, out of school, when my phone died using my moms. We became best friends, and that was the best. I could talk to you about everything and anything because you were my best friend.
Yours, forever and always,
