There's this boy that I loved. No, actually, I still love him very much. We were young, naive, and dreamers. He was my everything, he was my past, present, and most importantly my future. But somewhere life and reality caught up to us and my future became my past. I look at the photographs and you can see the love in our eyes, in our bright smiles. Look in the mirror and I see the loss in my mascara-streaked tears. I love him. I love him. I never thought our pure love could end so cruelly...