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Good evening, my dear.
     Tonight I took a long walk. I took this time to think and be by myself. I walk down past the gas station up to my old high school, and I thought of all of the times I spend there with all of my old friends... I looked at the loading dock I would sit on in the afternoon, and into the cafeteria where I would sit with my clique in the morning; long before I ever met you. I went back through the times I had in that building, and though I suffer two partial heartbreaks there, I was not scornful, but happy that I had the good times that I did there.
      During the mile walk back, I thought about you, and consiquently, me. I remembered how we laughed and ran about beneath the moonlight at the part the night that we met. And I remembered how you stood and walked into me, and lightly kissed (something that I dreamed would NEVER happen). You took me home, and almost didn't leave, because of how well we seemed to be together, but you did, and we met again shortly there after.
     We continued our rendezvous, and I finally worked up the courage to ask you to be mine, and you said yes. But, there was one condition; you were moving in a year, and you asked if that bothered me, and i said no, because all that mattered to me was being happy with you by my side. We went on through the first couple of months, and everything was coming up gold, and we were loving every minute of it.
     You introduced me to your mother (what a chariming lady she is, now I see where you get it!), and your little brother (a great guy to me, but seemed to be a little brother to you) and of course to your puppies, and your munchkin. How awesome it was to meet someone with real concerns and someone that wasn't afraid to talk, but also wasn't afraid just to lay in my arms in blissful silence. Also someone that seemed strong, and able in mind and soul.
     Moving in to December, things got tough for me, but you were right there by my side, holding my hand. My mother got married, and you not only went to the wedding with me, but held my hand, and held me at one of my most vulnerable moments. Things were really starting to become serious between us.
     We made it through Christmas, and I thought that I would have to spend New Years Eve without you, but again you suprised me and came over to be with me on that night. But something was slightly amiss that night, as you avoided me in a very vague manner: but I figured that you were just afraid I was going to tickle you and that I was being paranoid. New Years day, we had lunch together at one of our favorite Chinese restaurants. We finished, and adjourned to my house.
     Arriving at my house, we went to my living room (our usual place), and we sat for a moment, and I started to tickle you and you were in my lap, and we were laughing, and having fun. Then I said something, and you replied by saying that there was something you wanted to talk about.   You sat next me looking at me, and told me that you had been rather mean and deceitful, and you held out a clenched fist.   You motioned for me to place my hand under your's, and into mine, you released my class ring. Shocked, i looked at you and listened to your reason; which was suprisingly understandable, even from my position, but no easier to swallow.
     Together, we cried, and said our goodbyes. We hugged like we were hugging for the last time. After we finally made it outside to your jeep, we hugged for what seemed like a sorrowful eternity more, until you backed your tear stained face away from mine (equally stained with tears), and got in your jeep, and left, though, what seemed somewhat reluctantly.
     This is our story, though rather short, and I hope that this is not the end. I am sure we will remain friends, and, G - d willing, maybe a little bit more. Now as we embark down this new road, I can only hope for nothing but happiness for us both.
                     Your's,

                        Jonthan