Olivia

Two hours after our last conversation, Jon sent me three pictures. One of him looking like an idiot and the other two was a picture of each side of his room. I saved the first one and stared at the two.

I can almost imagine him living there, wearing pajamas, his favorite blue shirt and a pair of socks so he won't get cold, lying on his bed as he reads a book, maybe poetry, he loves those. I can see his novels stacked up in his study table, along with his textbooks and pictures he brought with him. He'd have band posters up on his walls and a few football athletes he idolized.

I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself with the inevitable. Maybe in someway, somehow we'd grow apart. We've never had much similarities and the distance might finally break us apart. For now though, I still have him and I don't intend on sulking too much in the moment.

But jeez, I hoped I didn't have to lose him. I really do.