This is only parts of his letter...
"New Years I was sitting there, talking to Kirsten. Then her cousin came. Then she came. Think I'll go home later than I planned. I even went to her house. Nice.
A month later I'm sitting in this dark auditorium next to Jordan, and there she is again, sitting on the other side of him. At the moment, the only thing I could think about was how fast I could get to the restroom. Then she leaned over and asked me to Girl's Choice. Now I had two things to think about.
I can remember the times when the three of us, Kirri, her, and I, would hang out on weekends. I especially remember those orange juliuses Kirsten made that were half sugar. Man those were gross.
A month later after Girls Choice I asked her to Junior Prom. Talk about being nervous. It seemd to take forever to drive the four blocks to her house to give her those M&M's. She was pretty dang cute when she answered the door. That made things ten times harder.
Does she trust me? I think so, because she let herself go after we left the restaurant. She was fighting it the whole time we were at the restaurant. I kept my eye on her. In the car, I held her hand, and she didn't let go. I had the trust of the one person I wanted it from.
Sunday was like a dream. She paraded me around in front of her ward. I liked that. She was at my house later that evening. She let go again, in the cemetary, and i was there holding her. I realized at that point what it was like to really care about someone.
The bells about to ring, and I haven't read Huck Finn at all this hour. I'll see her in the hall. We'll say hi, maybe hug, then say goodbye.
That was completely unexpected. I parked by my friends to wait for her. She came up to me, put her head on my shoulder, then hugged me. I just stood there not knowing what to do. What did it mean? Did it mean anything?
For some reason, I keep thinking abou thte time when her and I went to Autozone to look at car batteries. i don't know why that sticks out so much. Maybe its because I enjoy doing things like that. Not necessarily going out on a date, but just going somewhere with the person you care about and want to be with.
"Here I go, scream my lungs out, and try to get to you, you are my only, my only one..."
Her name was Sara..."