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Post by tobiasredferne on May 28, 2013 15:22:01 GMT
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To my beloved sister Aria,
Your lack of a phone is annoying. But, uh, that's not the main point of this letter.
I'm leaving, Aria. For France. In fact, when you get this letter, I'll already be gone-- probably will be checking into my hotel room by then-- and I don't know when I'll be back.
I'm sorry for just leaving like this, without warning or anything. It's kind of a trip of self-discovery or something, okay? I know it's kind of stupid for me to just leave like this, but going back to France is something that I need to do. I know if anyone's going to be able to understand, it's gonna be you. You've always managed to understand me best, anyway.
I will return to Northvale eventually, although it might be quite far away in the future. I want you to know that you can always visit. You'll have my address, and even if you don't, you know that you can always just spell the letter to me. And if you get a phone, we can have nightly phone calls or whatever. I miss the times when we'd just talk every day and-- we were so close last time, y'know? And I'm sorry for neglecting you like I did. Even though I'm going to be a country away, I want you to know that you can write to me about anything, okay? Anything. Heck, if you get a new boyfriend or girlfriend and want to talk about them, just write me a letter or something. (just make sure that in that scenario you don't start talking about sex-- some things people just don't need to know) And update me on how our stupid siblings are doing, okay? They're annoying, but I guess they're still family.
Although it'll be weird to be separated from all of you like this, going to France is really something I need to do. I didn't tell you in person because I figured that you'd manage to persuade me to stay here instead of going off, and I can't have that, okay? I need to do this. And that's why I'm taking the coward's way out and writing you a letter instead of telling you face-to-face.
Don't forget about me. And don't forget to be yourself, okay? Be as sassy and bitchy as you want-- do something with your life in the time that I'm gonna be gone. I want to come back and see a grown-up, mature and generally BAMF Aria. Can you promise me that? I promise that I'll be a better brother when I return. There'll probably also not be any more random poofing trips to France when I return.
Please take care of yourself. I love you.
Love,
Tobias
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