The first time we talked was October 9th, 2010.
Dante was in the hospital, and I was worried as heck.
For the next few weeks you kept me going, I looked forward to talking to you because you made me feel safe, you made me believe everything was going to be okay.
You told me what a nice person I was for the first time, and you said you didn't see why people looked down upon me.
That's when I started liking you.
Months later, March 10th, 2011, you found me again.
I wrote your name all over my folder.
We talked for a couple weeks.
You always called me cute, and although I never told you, it made me blush every time.
March 23rd, 2011, you asked me out.
I said yes.
You made me so happy. You made me feel safe, and you made the world a better place.
When you kissed me on the cheek, my world lit up. I was happier than anyone.
Then I hadn't heard from you for a while.
The sad realization had come that your life had ended.
I never got to tell you I love you.
I remember our anniversary to this day.
I remember your birthday, and I remember the day you passed on.
I love you.
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