I toss over the paper crane in my hand.
I unfold it.
Forever & Always.
That's what it is says.
The last message I got from you.
The last paper crane from you.
What number?
50.
Because that was the day we met.
I knew this was a dangerous love.
A cute boy folding origami in a library.
Too suspicious.
Too good to be true.
I was prepared for anything.
So why wasn't I ready for this?
Why wasn't I ready for you to be gone?
