We were sixteen. No, I was. She was only fifteen at the time. We were best friends, a stronger friendship then ours was impossible. Or at least so I thought. I fell in love and she didn't. Or if she did, I never got to know. Something happened. It was like we had never known each other. Just like that, from one day to the other. We changed, I know that now, but I didn't then. Maybe that was the reason. And if I just had one question to ask her, that's what I would ask. What happened. Two weeks later she moved. Gone. Just like that, and now I can't find her. I'm just happy for the time I had with her. She always believed in me, in my dreams of making music. She always told me what she thought, never held back. Both good and bad. I just hope she knows it and that deep down she knows I love her. Always have, always will. I just want one more chance, so I can tell her everything I should have said from the beginning. So I can show her beautiful soul to the world. Because every beautiful soul deserves to be seen by the world.