November 11.
Once, I visited the park bench by myself. Even though I knew you wouldn't show up, I still hoped. I wanted to see you again. But you had told me, "Not then."
I texted you, asking how you were. you replied with an 'i'm fine :)'
And I believed you. I believed you because every inch of my being wanted it to be true. I wanted you to be alright. But you really weren't; and you hid it so well.
I only wish I could have helped you then.
