This...this can't be happening. Where is she? Why isn't she here? She should be tripping down the stairs about now, blushing, but smiling...why does this hurt so....so much? Was I...in love? No, that can't be it.... I barely knew her... But...why else would I be crying?

...Miranda...I know you can't hear me anymore, but...just in case some how, some ( Read more... )