Part Zero - Beginning


    We met in spring, loved during summer, said farewell with fall, and died with winter.


    I was always lonely. No one was ever around when I was a child.


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    No neighbors my age.


    No pets.


    No one.


    That is, until I met you.


    You were the first person I knew who was my age. The first one I could relate with. The first person who understood what if felt like to be the second choice. The first person I could call “friend”.


    But I lost you.


    You left me.


    You didn’t need me.


    You didn’t want me.


    You didn’t love me.


    But I loved you.


    And I hope we meet again next may.