Dear Micah,
I don't really know what to say. I don't know if I have anything to say. But I also know that if I don't do this now, it'll be too late. Which is stupid right? Because it already is. Far, far too late.
You had this book. I mean, you had a lot of books, but I know that you can already tell which one I'm talking about. That book. It was a more of a fairy tale, really. You told me that even though it was a kids book- one you'd had for years, even though you'd read so many amazing books since then, it was still your favourite. I thought that was adorable, but in all honesty, I didn't see it. It was a great story, sure. But things like that… they don't happen. That theory of mine was proved correct when you left. There's nothing romantic about being separated. There's nothing beautiful about waiting, and waiting. And when you feel like it's hopeless, there won't always be someone there to save you.
I should have realised. I should have known as soon as I saw you again, that you'd do exactly what you had always done. You would open my eyes. You would take all I knew to be true and turn it upside down. I don't know what possessed you to do it, Micah. I… I broke your heart and a part of mine when I told you about Reed. Why didn't you leave then? Do the kind of thing I would have done and just… run? This time, not to protect anyone else. Just… run away to protect yourself? Why did you have to be so damn brave? Why did you come looking for me? Why was it that when you knew I was okay, you went back in for Reed? And why was it my name you were saying over and over again? Why… why is it you who's gone?
I guess I know the answer to that though. Because you're you. You're Micah. You like carrot cake and new books and the smell of rain. You also like fairy tales. I get that now. Because Reed, is my prince. And you…
You are my hero.
Always,
Shane