"Andromeda, please. Talk to me. I need answers." I said, following her as she left my house. She wouldn't respond.
"I love you Andromeda. Please." I cited. I don't remember the words forming in my brain and being made into sound through my lips.
She turned around, stopping us in the hallway. She sobbed softly before aggressively placing her lips on mine. "I will always love you, please. Just don't leave." I said back. I remembered, I truly did.
She frowned and shook her head before again running towards my front door. This time I let her go. Again, I let her go.
I ran back to my room and searched for paper and a pen. I'll write her a note. Yes. I'll put my unsaid words into written ones, permanently tattooed onto bare, thin, un-wanting paper.
Dear Andromeda,
My dear Andre, for this I have no idea what came about. One moment I'm under Ophelia's tree, then the next I'm awoke in a bare, white, sanitized hospital intensive care unit.
I remember seeing my mother sobbing over me as I regained my lost conciseness. I remember sixth grade orientation, the white lace shirt you wore over a dark red undershirt with the black skirt you would still wear until you got into High school. I remember all our firsts. Our first kiss, our first time, our first I love you, our first hug, our first date, our first moment.
I'll never forget the beautiful smile, the refulgent eyes, and the amazing personality of the best person I've ever met.
I remember everything.
And I remember, that I will, always, and forever, truly, deeply, love you, hold you, and keep you. For as long as it may seem, that's how long I'll wait for it to become my wish come true.
I'll love you forever,
Sincerely, Finnick Jaymes Clark
