Dear Sarah,
It's almost Halloween. You know what that means? The annual Evans Halloween party. It's held at Mum and Dad's this year. I'm honestly surprised they even consented to that. They're normally against any parties thrown at their place.
I'm still trying to decide what I want to dress as. I'm conflicted between a vampire and a zombie. Classic, I know, but I couldn't be bothered to go all out this year. I don't really feel the Halloween spirit this year. If anything, I want it to be over.
Remember the first time I brought you to my family's party? It was space-themed that year and you, me and Abby went dressed as the three aliens from Toy Story. I remember my older brother teasing us and you got all flustered and embarrassed. It was kind of cute.
Remember the time we skipped on the party and had our own party, just the two of us? We'd dressed up in our onesies, you in a Pikachu one and me in a lion. And we snuggled on the couch and watch horror movies the whole night.
Remember all that?
I miss all the times we spent together, Sarah.
I miss you.
Love,
Blake