November 16.
There was one day I went to the bench. I wanted to meet you again, and I thought you might be there.
But you weren't. All I found was a pocketknife and a new carving on the bench. It said "Eric" with a little flower next to my name.
I remember I burst into tears right then. I stood there in front of that park bench and cried.
I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. I wanted to hug you, but I couldn't.
