The travelin', the singin',
It don't mean nothing Without You.
The fast cars, the guitars,
They are all just second to,
This life, this love, that you and I've been dreaming of for so long.
Would all be as good as gone Without You.
Caitlin,
Do you miss the way your vacations always took you somewhere warm?
Do you miss the way you couldn't sing, and wouldn't be caught dead belting your heart out, yet, when you were alone, you did?
Do you miss the way you could accuratly sketch any facial details, without looking at the paper?
Do you miss the way you were chased by cops, going around 200 mph, only when you thought nobody would know, joyfully laughing, with your head out the window?
Do you miss playing your guitar, on rainy sunday afternoons, breathing soul into the once lifeless notes?
I know, I miss the way, you always did.
The travelin', the singin',
It don't mean nothing, without you.
And the fast cars,
The guitars.
They are all just second to,
This life, this love, that you and I've been building up, so high.
It's never gonna touch the sky.
Without You.
Caitlin;
You always thought you couldn't sing. But, I heard you twice before. And, it was a beautiful sound. And, I can never hear those songs, without a tear, falling down my cheek.
I can never fully enjoy, a road trip, without at least once, seeing your smile in my mind, and pondering, how much you would enjoy it. When we would pop down the top of the convertable, and hit the dirt roads, all the way to Hollywood and back. Oh, how you would have loved, the feeling of wind, stinging your pinkening cheeks, and brushing back your wind blown brown hair.
I promised myself, I would never play guitar again, because you were the one who taught me to play. Even if I played one of the happy songs, that you taught me, I would still remember you, and the ease you felt when you strummed the happy chords.
Perhaps all of this, was an illusion. Maybe, just something to test my brain, and make me learn, what it's really like, to feel this way.
Because, I know, that nothing could ever happen to you.
I thought, something great would happen, and we would have this friendship, or, maybe even take in a step further, but, our journey will never be complete, if it's just me.
I want you to always remember me, and everything we did. Because, I promise you, I always will remember you.
I walked down the gloomy row of gray and black headstones. I could find my way blindfolded.
My mittened hands, stuffed in my wool lined pockets, didn't even help the icy sting, from hitting bare skin.
With each step that I take, the snow makes a soft squishing sound, as I'm carefull, to walk in the correct places.
A slightly smaller stone, with the American flag, weighted down with snow, seems to be the center of the yard.
I fish out an envoloped letter, sealed with a red lipsticked kiss, and place it under a layer of dirt and ice clumped rocks.
I run my bare hand down the frozen stone, and trace the cursive letters, "Caitlin Todd," slowly with my index finger. It was a cold day, not that she would know. She always loved cold days.
An iced tear runs down my cheek. I stuff my hand, back into the black mitten, and walk away. Slowly as I came. And knew, things were never, going to be the same.
A/N: Don't bother asking, because I don't know. Just thought it might be a sad/sweet little drabble.
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