We rode the same bus to school everyday to the same elementary school. She lived on the same street as me. I would go play at her house. She would sometimes come over to mine. My house was closer to the bus stop than hers, so I would sometimes get my bike and give her a ride home. Best friends. Too young to understand that we would be perfect for each other as we got older.

The phone call I got from her one day was strange. All she said was "I love you." before hanging up quickly. I shrugged at the time, not quite sure how to feel about it. Her and her mother moved away the next day. I only realized the significance of it all long after I had grown up. I still wonder what ever happened to her.