I thought I knew everything about everyone until I met Caleb. Caleb was not like the boys I was, let's say, used to. Caleb was wild, but nice and alone. He was weird, but I was weird too, as weird as the world we lived in-or maybe a bit weirder than it. Caleb was a mysterious boy and he thought that he had more chances to live without being interrupted if he was so serious and absent to everything that was happening, but he didn't realize that, because of his mystery, curious girls like me would try to meet him. I didn't always win and I don't do it now either. But that fight was something I was mad about winning. He was too alone-more alone than me-and he was so interesting. He didn't like talking, but enjoyed painting graffities and driving motorcycles. I won, I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me. I thought I was going to spend the best life next to him, or, instead, my best high school years. But Caleb had many secrets. The deepest was the last. And I still love him. And he still loves me. And I think about him every second of my boring lonely life. "Live love as much as you love life" he wrote me. "You have got my blessing to move on, babe" "I do love you, my Melody."