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.