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.

  No friends.

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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.