And You Were Singing Our Song
Dear [name_u]Remy[/name_u],
I remember the first time I saw you. It was sophomore year of high school, [name_f]April[/name_f]. I had a presentation to do the next day that I was really nervous for, so I decided to take a walk. I walked all the way up the hill, and then up the trail-that-isn’t-actually-a-trail, and at the top of it was your and your guitar and you were singing a song I didn’t know but it was really pretty and you saw me turn the corner and stop singing and stopped playing and started apologizing and telling me how you didn’t know that anyone else knew about that spot between the rocks, which was crazy, because I thought the exact same thing, and then we ended up walking down the hill together and you lived only 10 minutes away and we saw each other every day and every day you were humming that song. Our song.
[name_u]Love[/name_u], [name_f]Della[/name_f]
Never Again