Dear... Cameron Boyce
I know I have no room to write this but here I am, in the moment.
Cameron, you were my inspiration in life. You were a few years older than me. I had the world’s biggest crush on you. It was my goal to meet you in person and be starstuck.
I didn’t watch Grown Ups but after seeing you in Jessie and seeing Grown Ups on the TV I watched it just for you.
I found out from Aksel that you passed, honestly I thought he was talking about a scandal. Like someone on the show did something. Little did I know.
I sat there crying on my step-grandma’s couch for several hours torn apart that you were gone. People tweeted about how there was a possibility that it was a scam… if only.
I kept expecting you to pop on your Instagram stories and be like “Hey! You guys didn’t think I actually died again, right?” And then we’d all laugh and be thankful that you actually were still around.
I look at your last photo on Instagram a lot. It’s like your frozen in time, I’ll only get older but you’ll remain with that black and white filter, looking off to the side, with a bandanna on your head. Art in death I guess.
I don’t want to be older than you, I really don’t. I know you’ll have birthday’s but you’ll never be there to celebrate, does it really even count?
You should have seen the descendants booth at VidCon. It was meant for goofy signatures but in the end, everyone agreed to say our goodbyes to you.
Thank you Cam… god I wish I could have met you.