Letters of the Little Things

Ryan – Letter #1

I was just lying in my bed one day trying to sleep. And you just randomly popped up in my head. I don't even know why. It's not like we've seen each other or talked in a while. It just happened.

Then a few days later, while I was driving to my warehouse, this song came on the radio, and it reminded me of you. It made me miss your smile, your cute laugh, the way you poke fun at me, and just . . . you.

And then it happened again. I was at my mom's house, and I remembered all of the times we had there, how my mom loves you, and how you and my mom and everyone sat in my room planning my eighteenth birthday party.

I'll be walking down the street or just going through random junk and the littlest things will remind me of you, making me miss you.

Kayla – Letter #1

I was at the mall, just accompanying my brother so he could get a new longboard, and I saw your deck. It had a little caricature of you on it, and it made me think of the you I knew, with your buzz cut, clean, shaved face, and green eyes. I remembered the way you smiled and laughed at me with your long hair when I joked with you that first time we hung out in a long while, that trigger. Then I was on the internet and saw a picture of that LOVE statue. It made me think of you and your Plan B t-shirt. That made me think of how you loved (and still do) what you did and how you loved how I would just sit and listen to whatever you'd say. It made me think of how you hated that you missed my eighteenth birthday, but loved that I was happy you made it up to me.

And then I was on campus walking to my class, and I saw a girl with a Coach purse (as if I don't see that everyday). It reminded me of how you brought me that Coach purse as a gift when I got back from my trip and how much we missed each other. Then I remembered our first kiss.

I remembered our first date as I drove past Boomers and how cute it was that you came to me, because you were bad at mini-golf. I remembered when you drove me home and how sweet you were to call me five minutes later. You couldn't go five minutes without hearing my voice then, but now, we haven't talked in ages.