LoveFromTheMoon

Dear Jack,          I'm sitting here in a navy skirt and a t-shirt. Well, not a t-shirt, but one of those nice ones you wear with a skirt with a tank top underneath it. My hair is down, just the way you like it [and also the way I never wear it, except on special occasions, not that this is one]. All this is request of my mother, but I picked out the outfit. It's actually a nice day for the fall, about 65 degrees and the sunset is really pretty. I'm nervous about this concert. It might remind me of too much.          I listened to your lullaby a few times. Do you have the music lying around somewhere? Or the chords? I'd like to play it.

Dear Jack,          What do you wear to a concert? Luke's band is playing. He is MAKING me go because he has been teaching me guitar. My mom supports the idea. She supports anything that doesn't involve me sitting on my bed acting all sad.          Didn't we meet at a concert? God, that was so long ago. It was for one of those bands we both liked. You saved your money and I won a raffle. Somehow, we both got tickets. Somehow, you're best friend was my best friend's boyfriend. And somehow, we ended up kissing behind the stage, under the stars. I still remember your voice, the way your eyelashes danced when you closed your eyes. You're smil

Dear Jack,          The leaves are falling, it's getting colder out. Or at least, it would be, if it could get any colder here without you.          I can play 6 chords. You would be proud of me. I learned the song "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie. It's a great song. I won't lie, it makes me cry sometimes.          My mom got me a therapist. Her name is Mrs. Wortle and she smells like tomato soup. Her whole office smells like tomato soup. I hate her name-- It sounds like warts. She sits in a wooden chair in front of me and has me sit on a couch and talk about you. She tries to get me to tell her everything. But d

Dear Jack,          Raven came over today, because my mom told me I wasn't doing enough with other people. Luke dropped her off. He came inside and saw your guitar and ran over to play it. I freaked out, yelling at him not to touch it, and that it's not mine, and that I was watching it for you, but he just told me to relax and that he plays guitar so he won't break it.          Did you know your guitar is damn expensive? A vintage Martin? Really? How the hell did you save up for that? He played it for a few minutes, obviously in love with your guitar. It made me a little antsy. He asked me if I played guitar. I told him I didn't know how

Dear Jack,          Luke has a twin sister named Raven. She's sweet and quiet. I like her. She doesn't ask questions, which is good. It's nice to have a break from all of the people acting awkward towards me because of you. Then again, she doesn't know about you, but she wouldn't ask questions anyway. She's soft like that.          Luke, on the other hand, is the total opposite. Luke is loud, tall, and clumsy. He never thinks before he acts. He's always running around, trying to get somewhere. Luke always tries to talk to me, and to cheer me up. He won't take no for an answer, he won't just go away and leave me alone. Luke's friends all r

Dear Jack,           My mom has me bike to school. It's only four miles each way. You would probably tell me thats a lot, but I don't care. It's not a whole lot for me, since I've always loved to bike. The ride is absolutely beautiful. It reminds me why I love living on the Jersey Shoreline.           You wouldn't believe this school. It's SO artsy. Like the movies. There are people who play violin at lunch! You would love Ravensbrook though. It's totally your type of place. They call the lunchroom the Café and they have a whole class on

Dear Jack,        I go back to school in three weeks. Senior year... Not that it matters. Not a whole lot matters anymore, since you aren't here.       My mom says I have to do something with my life, not just sit around and sulk. She didn't say "cry" instead of "sulk" because I never cry in front of her. I only cry when I am sure I am alone, because I know it hurts her feelings. Mom and Dad both say that they miss me. Or something. I'm not myself without you.        I never quite explained why I was writing these letters to you. Even though I have no address to send them too, somehow I feel like you know I'm sending them, and it makes

Dear Jack,       Its been a month. Your dad and I cleaned your room up a little. He said that you wouldn't be opposed to me going through your stuff, so I did most of the work. Don't worry though, I didnt throw anything out. Unless it smelled too bad to keep, that is. We took some boxes and put all the stuff on the floor in it, and we made your bed. It kinda looks like you were never in your room, because it is so empty and clean and not you. I wanted to put some stuff back, but Emily was getting anxious. I spend a lot of time at your house lately, even more than when you were here. Nowhere else to be, I guess.        It was really stormy

Dear Jack,        You're gone. I guess thats ok. You aren't too far, are you? I hope that wherever you are is nice. Everything is so eerie around here without you. Its the same, but super different at the same time. Everyone tries to avoid the fact that you left us by doing lots of stuff. Emily is a wreck. I know I shouldn't say stuff like that about your mother, but she is. She doesn't talk, she just cleans. She's always cleaning. The house, the floors, the windows... and when everything is spotless [and by spotless I mean literally SPOTLESS], she starts over. Always keeping busy. She won't touch your room though. You always told me that t