I couldn't believe it.
It'd been a year since I'd seen Margo. When a small bubblegum colored letter was delivered to my front door at 6:00 in the morning, accompanied by a shrilling doorbell ring, somehow I knew it was from her, and time froze as I leaned down to grasp it from the porch. I opened it, carefully as if it was made of gold, tears springing into my eyes as memories flooded back from our time together that previous year, and I was completely conscious of the fact that I'd daydreamed for so long of getting this letter, scanning through her mess of odd capitalization errors.
dear Q,
i Know It's been a While since we've SpokEn, and I'd like to Apologize for my misguiding wOrds – yOu must tragicaLLy Hate Me for EveryThing I put You, Ben, Radar, and Lacey thRough… tHe truth Is i'Ve been getting some things done… Things I Had to do befOre I could send this to you Directly. NoW thaT The time has come I'll have To ask You To meeT me aT tHe Tree. You Know the oNe.
-margo
I could instantly feel my heart beating faster, but in the back of my mind was fear. Fear of what would come next. What if she didn't feel the same way about me anymore? I imagined her stick straight mane and mesmerizing ocean eyes, butterflies fluttering in my chest – their stenciled wings circling my heart. Picturing her dragon-cool shirt only perpetuated my sentimental state of living, as everyday remainders of her served to be excruciatingly painful in this town. I could gaze at her from behind the windows of every boutique. In the corner of my eyes I swore the manikin was her. I hear her voice calling in the chirps of neighborhood crickets, her whispers are the grains of sand blown across a beach. I clutched tight to the letter, afraid it would blow away by the light whooshes of summer wind.
Why does it matter what would come next? I realized blissfully.
The future is forever.