1. 1. Dear Colden,
It seems like just yesterday we were sitting on your grandma's porch telling each other about our dreams. You were going to be an astronaut and I was going to move to Nashville and become a country singer. I was eight and you were ten. I remember that August morning when we laid in the grass and named all the clouds. We didn't even care when your cousin Tyler came out with candy and taunted "Colden loves Rory!" Now you are away at college and I'm in my senior year in high school. Everyone talks about how long distance relationships never last. They don't know us. I guess I'm writing this for reassurance, but I also really miss you. I hope you feel the same. Write back soon.
I clicked send, then closed my laptop. I looked at my walls. If you didn't know me, you would think that I was some crazy fan girl, with dozens of pictures of Colden on my teal walls. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about Colden now. He told me last night that he was going out with some of his friends tonight. I couldn't help but think that there would be girls. Lots of them. NO! I told myself. Cole isn't like that. That is the last thing I remember before I was in the hospital. The nurse told me I had fainted and hit the ground hard, hitting my head on my dresser first. I had a concussion and a fractured wrist. But that was the least of my worries. Colden was going out. He was going to meet new people. This was happening. Time won't stop. Life was going to happen. I'm growing up. That scares me.