She was that same girl. The only girl. The only girl I ever wanted. The only girl I've ever loved. The only girl I could ever love. And I killed these feelings. I destroyed it. I threw her love in the trash. For nine years, I locked the memory of her into the darkest corner of my heart... hating myself for what I did to her... Did to us. Now, without a single warning, she comes back into my life. My body is covered in tattoos. And she's wearing a simple shirt. I write songs in the heavy metal style. She writes literature for girls her age. There is anger in my eyes. There is sadness in her. I still reach out to her with every fiber of my soul. But I have no idea if she feels the same way. Looks like it's time to find out.