Oh Caleb. My dear Caleb.

You were supposed to come with me. Or convince me to choose a college closer to home. But here we are, and I’m leaving — and you’re not.

It still doesn’t feel real. That in just a few weeks, I’ll be somewhere new, surrounded by strangers, chasing this future I’ve worked so hard for… and you’ll still be here. Riding your motorcycle through the neighborhood like you own every streetlight. Sitting on your porch with that look in your eyes — the one that makes everything else disappear.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without you. You’ve been just over that fence, just across the driveway, for as long as I can remember. Always close. Always there. And now, for the first time, you won’t be.

I’m excited. I am. But the truth is, a piece of me doesn’t want to go. Not because I’m afraid of what’s ahead — but because I hate what I’m leaving behind. I hate the thought of not seeing you every day. Not hearing your laugh. Not arguing with you over stupid things or catching that soft look you try to hide when you think I’m not paying attention.

I’m going to miss you, Caleb. So much more than I can say in this letter. And no matter how far I go, or how much changes, there will always be a part of me that wishes you had come too.

Please don’t forget about me. Because I’ll never forget about you. – take care of daxter okay 🫶🏻 -Batman and Spider-Man