Dear Percy,
Today's Valentine's Day! It would've been our third together, but, ya know... I wish I could spend the day with you, though that's kinda hard since I'm in California and you're in New York. I wonder what we would've done today if I was back home. I guess I'll never know.
Our first Valentine's Day together was only a few days after we became official. You took me to your house and I met your parents. They had already scheduled plans for the evening but you convinced them to stay at home. I've always wondered how you were so manipulative. I had a great time meeting your parents. I still remember the color of your face when they told me embarrassing stories of you and Jason. You looked like a tomato! "Oh Annabeth, Jason would put Percy in a trash bag and take the vacuum cleaner and suck all the air out! One time, it got stuck and I had to cut Percy out of there as he cried." You looked like you wanted to die in that moment. "Mom! That's enough," you said, but there was a hint of laughter in your voice.
Our second Valentine's Day together was by far one of our cheesiest outings to date. You told me that I had to dress nice, so I did. When I asked where we were going, you told me," it's a surprise, but goddamn you look fine in that dress." I laughed and I'm still four-hundred and sixty-seven percent sure that I blushed beet red. Anyway, you took me to out to eat at one of my favorite Greek restaurants. Even though Opa isn't an extremely fancy place, it's definitely not casual either. As if it were yesterday, I can still see you trying to shove pita bread in my purse. You're such a goof, but you're my goof. Well, you were. I hope whoever ends up marrying you treats you well. I hope they realize how lucky they are to call you their goof. Sorry, I keep saying these won't be sad and I'm just ruining the moment. Fuck! Sorry, again. I know how much you hate when I apologize for things.
After we finished dinner, we went to the movie theater and watched Fifty Shades of Grey. I was surprised honestly, I had been raving about the books to you for months and dropping 'subtle' hints about seeing it. We watched it that night, and you cried at the end. Why? I honestly don't know. The books were better.
Oh! Speaking of books, laying in bed at the hospital all day has allowed to me read a lot more. I'm happy that I have the chance to pick up on my old habits again. When I die, you can have all of my books. You always said that you loved watching me read because of how focused I looked. "Please read something to me," you would beg before we fell asleep on facetime. So I would read my corny teenage romance books to you until I heard your cute little soft snores through the speaker. Maybe if you have all of my books, you'll always remember me. Keep them color coordinated and organized by height, okay?
Your little book nerd,
Annabeth
Btw guys this is a SHORT story and it's completely finished;) I honestly put myself through so much pain writing this but I absolutely love how different it is! - vanessa
