dear liam,
a few days ago i met some guy named tristan, liam.
he's really nice and i trust him so much,
he told me his honest opinions on a lot of things.
tristan is a really funny guy.
i vented to him once about how i felt,
and now? i just feel really strong and happy ever since tristan.
i put your journal, charm bracelet and other things back underneath my bed in that box.
it was fun remembering all those memories of us, yet it also hurt too.
i remember when in the beginning i said i'd keep writing and writing,
but i don't know what to do, liam.
you're making this complicated by not responding,
i can't take it anymore.
tristan seems like someone who'd never leave,
and he looks like someone who'd be honest with you from the start,
which you were never honest.
love,
skylar.
a/n; I SWEAR THIS ISNT THE LAST CHAPTER OKAY.