No!! I'm so sorry! How could I ever forgotten such a wonderful person as you? I remember! You visited me when I was young! We were friends, you and I. My favorite memory with you is when I was about 16. We were walking home together. You were crying under the rain. I remember
That you were in love and that bastard Fletcher broke your heart. Why was that my favorite memory with you... Well, I suppose that that was the night I fell in love with you. I got to hold you by the fire, my hands running through your hair, handing you tissues, and reminding you that he didn't deserve you. But then, you left... You had to close the book. Maybe it was finished, maybe you were sick of me, and my world. But I loved you. I knew that you didn't love me, but that didn't stop me from loving you, cursing at the wind that you were gone, tearing my heart out, hoping, praying, that you would come back to me. But... But you never did. I just need to know one thing. Will you join me in my world, cry with me, laugh with me, maybe one day love me. Just, please. Join me, take my hand. Just take my hand.
