June 15th, 1951. I wore that lace dandelion printed white dress you like. I bought your favorite ice cream, pistachio, even though I'm not a fan of the flavor. I found a lucky penny on the ground and stuffed it into my picket to give to you. I ran in the rain and tripped on my way to surprise you. Though it hurt, I got up with a smile on my face because I knew I was one step closer to seeing you. Everything... everything I did was for you. I woke up with a smile on my face because I loved knowing you were in my life. At times when I wanted to break down and cry, I held it in... for you. Oh god, I was so focused and so obsessed. How did it take me up until now to realize your true identity? Today, June 15th, I did not smile for you. I did not dress up for you. I did not love you. This was the day I found you with another girl.