The sun shone brightly in the heavenly set scenery. It was the perfect of all perfect days to come back home. Home, a strange and vague concept isn’t it? Home is wherever your heart desires. Home is wherever you want it to be, yet you know “home” is that place where your childhood dreams lay, your hopes and fears gesture and the good old happy days seem just a stone throw away.
Joe Jonas was home again. After two whole years of travelling, he decided he’d been running away long enough. Yes, running away. Sure, he’s found fame, money, and girls for every day of the week. But he didn’t care about any of those things. He cared about what truly mattered, a true love. Or so it seemed.
You might wonder; if he truly loved her, then why did he leave?
That reason is even unknown to the boy himself.
He was scared, scared of rejection, scared of loving anyone else, scared of hurting her or himself. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though he was scared of everything.
So he ran, ran away from all that he knew and loved, his family was kept ‘in the loop’. But no one ever saw him again, until now.
But now, after all this time he had finally left his scepticism behind him.
It was time for him to pick up where he’d left off.
Standing in front of that familiar front porch, Joe felt a strong feeling of nostalgia creep up on him. Daisies in his right hand, her favourite flowers.
“Faint attempt of making up I s’pose.” He muttered as he clenched onto the flowers even more “Crap, this is never gonna work.”
He was right. How would flowers even begin to make up for leaving your best friend? Without a word, without goodbyes, without notes, he’d packed up and left.
“Aw well, here it goes.” His index finger edging closer and closer towards the doorbell, quite hesitantly.
Ding dong.
The sound, seemingly making his heart race like a tiny machine on the verge of shutdown. He was just moments away from crying like a little schoolgirl. The tensions making his body pump the adrenaline at a rapid speed whilst his nerves almost collapsed, along with his heart and every other major organ in his body.
Torture comes close to describe this circumstance.
“I never wanted this in the first place. It’s all Nick’s fault.” He muttered to himself in despair “Kevin told me not to listen to him; Nick, oh Nick he’s a prick. In the past 2 weeks he’s had 4 girls. What the hell does he know about love? Honestly Joe, if I were you, I wouldn’t go back there. What you did… You can’t fix stuff like that.”
And he was right. Not just about Nick, but he couldn’t fix things.
He was a loser. Loner in love, they’d say. That or nitwit. Or anything slightly offensive.
Joseph Jonas. Had a one way ticket into Loserville.
He was soon to be pulled out of his train of thoughts when a familiar voice rang loudly in his ears. It came from upstairs so he swiftly turned his head up and saw her, Crystal’s mum. An amazing 47 year old woman, who did absolutely everything for her one and only daughter.
“Oh! Joseph?! Joseph Jonas, is it?!” her shrill yet in a way soothing voice beckoned.
“Yeah, it’s me alright.” He grinned back at her “Is Crystal home?"
“Well you have some nerve mister! My Crystal cried flipping rivers when you left and now, after 2 years. Now she’s got her life back on track, you come back in to torture her?”
“No, I can explain!” he begged.
“Well too bad sonny, Crystie moved out when she turned 18. Well, who can blame her? The memories you left her with…”
She kept whinging for another five minutes about how he had crushed her completely and so on, before it finally hit him properly. He ran away once more. Away from those dreadful words, those words he knew would be flowing from Crystal’s mouth as well.
“You better run, you coward.” The shrill sound of her voice ringing on and on in his mind.
He still had the daisies in his one hand, a letter in the other. That letter that started all this heartbreak on his part. That letter that apparently gave him the right to come back and spoil everything. That letter from his true love.
Joe,
You will probably never read this letter, therefore I find it incredibly easy to get this off my chest.
You left me. And that’s fine.
No wait, that’s not. Is it?
I loved you. Even though you were y’know….a total freakshow.
I watched you every single day from my bedroom window. And I could see the fun you had, with that Scarlett girl. Writing love songs. Giving each other’s hugs. Practically throwing your romance in my face, like I hadn’t suffered enough.
I loved you Joe Jonas.
And I’ll remember you always.
Even if so much has changed between us, without me knowing.
I still love you.
I still remember.
Nothing can change that.
With all my love and heart;
Crystal,
Xxx
He read it over and over again. The words burnt its way through the pit of his stomach, tears pricking in the corner of his eyes with the occasional nausea bursting in.
Reading that letter was as if he went back in time, like it was just yesterday since he went away.
But it wasn’t. It was ages ago. Yet the feelings for her never did change.
Because… true love is a state of mind. True love is for life.
