It's called love;)113
 
I watched Sandy walk back down the stairs, and then I put my hand on the door, and a tear already fell down my face. I took my hand off the door and sat down for a minute. I got back up, and stood there staring at the door, when my hand was pushed a little. I thought maybe Sandy came back, but I look and nothing was there.
 
Me*whisper*: Sam?
Sam’s door shook a little like someone was locked inside trying to get out.
Me*whisper*: Sam, if that’s you please
stop you’re scaring me.
I felt something touch my arm, and it sent chills down my whole body. Sam is here, I don’t know how but I know that he’s here. It felt like I was holding hand, but nothing was there. Then I just wanted to go in there and get it over with. I opened the door, and the smell of Sam leaked out, his cologne, the smell of his clothes, every smell that reminded me of him hit me like a wall when I opened the door. I walked in slowly and closed the door once I was finally in there. The room was cold, freezing cold. I took a good look around looking for memories sake, I remember just sitting up here all day laughing with him, and talking. I remember when we did it up here. I remember just looking into his beautiful eyes for the last time. Everything just came back to me, and I started to cry just looking around, as sad as I was I was also so at peace in here, like I knew he was here with me and it kept me so calm. The letter was under the bed. I grabbed it and sat down. I looked around for a little just holding the envelope.
 
Me:  Come sit by me. Read this one with me,
please.