Are we just pretending? Are we here to be good? She wrote and it’s dry, cool. In a way I wish she hadn’t written. Last time I saw her write like that I was alone here, and wished for a better future. I don’t know if that future came. I’m afraid I have lost the only person who really made me happy. I’m afraid I lost the person who I look up to the most. I miss her terribly. I want to live a life with her, but that is a lost dream now. I picture her in her new home, going about happily, buying fruits and vegetables and I think maybe, just maybe, she remembers me once in a while and it brings meaning to her. I miss you, A.