I
think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that
dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest
friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter
how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.
I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she
stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us.
She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I
don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was
there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.