Tears stream from my eyes. Even, Even, Even. There’s a hole inside me that longs for him, an emptiness that hurts with his absence. I want him to appear, so we can talk about it. I’d tell him about the donuts and my big speech. I wished he’d talked to me about this back then. Maybe none of this would have happened, and maybe we’d still be at JRHS as a couple who’d gone to prom together—or somewhere else.
