Oh, Leo, I'm sad. I'm crying. I used to cry a lot when I was little. If I stepped on a bug I'd burst into tears. Funny thing – I was so busy crying for everything else, I never cried for myself. Now I cry for me. For you. For us. And now I'm smiling through my tears. Remember the first time I saw you? In the lunchroom? I was walking towards your table. Your eyes – that's what almost stopped me in my tracks. They boggled. I think it wasn't just the sight of me – long frontier dress, ukulele sticking out of my sunflower shoulder bag – it was something else too. It was terror. You knew what was coming. You knew I was going to sing to someone, and you were terrified it might be you. You quick looked away, and I breezed on by and didn't stop until I found Alan Ferko and sang "Happy Birthday" to him. But I felt your eyes on me the whole time, Leo. Oh yes! Every second. And with every note I sang to Alan Ferko I thought: Someday I'm going to sing to that boy with the terrified eyes. I never did sing to you, Leo, not really. You, of all people. It's my biggest regret... Now, see, I'm sad again.
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