From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

All good things must come to an end.

Maybe that's why I found myself saying goodbye to you on my porch sooner than I had hoped.

I hate that day so much. I have always hated Mondays, but that one was special.

I mean the night before was a disaster. A good kind of disaster. We had decided to cross the last thing we could off the bucket list, which was a sleepover.

Despite the fact that we were already so worn out from the time we spent outside, and the fact that you caught a cold from the buckets of rain that fell on us, and the fact that your mom almost killed you over the phone when she found out that you're staying over, we actually had a pretty good time.

We made so much popcorn and watched a couple of your favorite movies. The way you went on a rant again made me smile. You almost knew every single word the characters were saying, and you would get so excited over some parts that you would pause the film and talk about them for quite a while.

We did this for quite some time, and I only realized you were asleep when you stopped talking for five full minutes.

It was pretty weird to sit there in the dark listening to your soft snores and knowing that that was the last time I would be in your company.

I knew that we were going to stay in touch, but I was afraid we'd drift apart. I didn't tell you that, obviously. Since when have I ever told you something that mattered?

But, anyway, we woke up the next day due to the aggressive honking of your mom outside the door.

I have no idea where you were, but I was in a very uncomfortable position on the couch with leftover popcorn in some very weird places.

I was very surprised at how quickly you had to leave. I guess I didn't give it much thought, but I thought we would get to spend that day together.

Little did I know, the last time I would see you, was at seven in the morning.

We stood opposite each other in silence, and at that moment, I really wished for my sight back. I wanted to see what you looked like, to drink in your sight, and look deeply into your eyes.

I still wonder what you looked like, but I never asked. Not you and not anyone beside you.

You told me that you'll miss me and that you were considering missing your flight, which made me laugh since your mom screamed at you to hurry the hell up as you said that.

I didn't need to tell you, after all, actions speak louder than words. I opened my arms for you, and you pulled me into your embrace. And we just stood there. We didn't talk, we didn't cry, we just hugged.

There were way too many things that I had wanted to say for me to pick, so I decided to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and the way my heart felt warm and said nothing.

Your mom cut us off again, so we broke our embrace with a promise to text or call at least once a day.

And to put it lightly, you never kept that promise.