Your Last Night in California

July 27th, 2015

Dear Levi,

Tonight is your last night to fall asleep in California.

It's funny because I often think about you in Florida in January when I will maybe be there as well, but as of tomorrow, you will truly be there already. Part of that frightens me because California is the one place where you have actually demonstrated any measure of friendship towards me in the past 2.7 years. I saw you, in real life, in San Diego, and we shared a blissfully warm day together... you were my friend that day.

I wish I could go back to that place. I go back often enough in my daydreams. Mostly to feel your hug, to be laughing with you in the back of the car, and to see you so handsome as you graduated.

I miss your letters, Levi. I check my mailbox each day, although I know that I will only find disappointments. I cannot help myself. The six days when I found your letters, one by one, were so happy... like shooting stars, so bright and celestially vivid in my insignificant little sky.

I know I have to keep trusting and hoping. Trusting. Hoping. Waiting patiently. But what if all that happiness is really all over now? What happens tomorrow when you lay your sweet head down in Florida? A place foreign to both of us. Will you think of me? Or not at all?

If only I knew!

Your star,
Rigel