Dear Charlie,

I found a poloroaid of her to. She was so happy Charlie. 

And I like to remember when she was, happy. It was grad night and we were out by the bleachers. She was red everything about her so bright, she was always so so bright and happy and one look from her made he sun look like a burning coal! And she was taking a picture of him as I was taking a picture of her and I wHow much and how hard she used to love him and me. She did love me. And how hard I still love her. How do people forget to love? Does it just slip out of them? Can I forget love? When do you know you truly love someone? And when it’s gone away?
Your friend,