Dear Marco,
What did I do wrong? Mario is yelling at me telling me to get out of my 'depression' phase. All I did was cry when we drove past your house and I saw your mom throwing your things away. I thought it was okay for me to be sad? Those "things" have memories, now people are tossing them out like trash. We have memories. Do you remember how we begged our parents to buy us a dog to share, but they took it back a week later, because we slept with it in the garage, everyday? When we went fishing in Holland, and you caught a huge catch, and it dragged you into the water? All of the pranks we have, like when I loosen the top of the salt shaker, so all of the salt falls on your food? What about when my dad caught us kissing in my room, our first kiss together, and he started cheering because he made a bet with your dad when we would begin dating? I will remember these things for my entire life, Marco.
I fell asleep in your shirt again last night, I hope you don't mind, but I have been wearing it to sleep for the past two months, ever since you have been gone. Are you ever going to come back, Marco?
I love you,
Allanne
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