Spring Night
Shawna, Age 14, Vancouver, BC

I remember those spring nights at the old spruce tree, you always brought an extra jacket, because I always got cold. The truth is, I was never cold I only wanted you to hold me with those strong comforting arms and ask me if I wanted to go home. I loved telling you that I didnít care how cold it was as long as I was with you, then you would kiss me and I would laugh because I loved it so much. It amazes me about how much I loved you, and how much you loved me. You never cared about any of my many flaws, or my constant fumbling, you looked past all that, you saw the person I was deep down inside.

The only thing I regret is not telling you how much I actually loved you. We spent every night together, you dropped me off and kissed me goodnight, I would run up to my room and write down every detail.

Everything was great until that fateful day; it was the worst day of my life. You promised that you would always love me. You said I had a special place in your heart. I believed you, I always believed you.

Your mom phoned me, she told me that you had gone. I was confused; I didnít know what she was saying. I couldnít breathe.

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