An hour passes and the page remain blank.
Maybe I should try reading instead, at least
for inspiratio.The yearbook sits beside me.
I tried to leave it at the diner earlier, but the
but the waitress followed me out and
nearly threw it at my head. The cover is a
tacky gray and blue design. I skim through
some pages. Club and sport photos and
take up a good portion, but I skip through
them entirely. Next are senior favorites,
class clown and best friend, that I didn't
care to see who won. There were several
people from our class who went around
campaigning. A little embarrassing, if you
ask me. The next section is senior portrait
but I don't feel like looking through them. I
skim all the way to the end until there's
nothing left but blank white pages for
people to write in. And then I realized
someone did, there on the second to last
page. I guess Mika must have found time
to sign it before she gave it to me. But then
I look closer at the handwriting and notice
it isn't hers. No, it's someone else's. It takes
me a second to recognize it. But that can't
be right.
Sam. it's his handwriting, I know it. But
how did he get ahold of this? When was he
able to write to me? I can't seem to wrap
my mind around it. I shouldn't read this, at
least not right now when I'm trying so hard
to forget. But I can't help myself, my hands
start to shake.
His voice fills my head.
*Hey
Just to make sure I beat everyone to it, I
wanted to write in this first. I hope that's
some more proof of how much I'm inlove
with you. I still can't believe it. How did
three years go by so fast? It feels like
yesterday I was sitting ln the bus behind
you trying to build the courage to say
something. it's crazy to think there was a
time before we knew each other. A time
before " Sam and julie" Or julie and Sam"?
I'll let you decide that one.
I know you can't wait to leave this place, but I'm gonna miss it. I get it, though. Your ideas were always too big for a small town, and everyone knows it. But I'm happy your path somehow made you stop in Ellensburg along the way. So you and I could meet each other. Maybe it was supposed to happen, you know? I feel like my life didn't start until I met you, Julie. You're the best thing to happen to this small town. To me. I realize it doesn't matter where we're going next, as long as we're together.
I'll be honest. I used to be scared of leaving home. Now I can't wait to move on and make new memories with you. Just don't forget the ones we made here. Especially when you make it big. And whatever happens, promise you won't forget me, Okay?
Anyway, I love you, Julie, and always will.
Yours forever,
Sam
Forever....
TO BE CONTINUED.....