Gone

It is difficult to determine, and write down exactly when and in what way this story began. But through this letter, intended just for you, I will record the moment when I think it all started.
My first memory of us is blurred, yet we were just two girls. Muddled with mud, with wide smiles. We found an animal, and petted it. At least I think so. Then the rain started, as if someone had cut through the gray clouds that hung over us, that is the moment I remember exactly. I stared at the large drops of rain as they hit my face, I was confused, it shouldn't have rained that day. The next thing I remember is your crying face and your mother's cry.
But even that memory of mine, which appeared in the form of a dream at one of the many beginnings, is not far enough as I have to go for my words to be understood.
But I don't think I have to go that far now, to our childhood. Maybe start from the third year of high school? I think you started to change then, I just didn't see it. Or I didn't want to see. Either way, I'll start from there. Yet it was the moment I first thought of after all, after only a few days of the main event. Mainly, I write it as if it were a spectacular thing, but you yourself know what you did to us, I'm sure you know how much you turned our lives around, not only mine or yours but also of all the people who at least met you, were your friends at least for which month. And let's be honest, at least to ourselves, there were many such people. I couldn't even mention them all because this would turn into a list of names.
Him, let's go back to that summer, to my beginning ...