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A short story of my life, and past friends. It is all in an attempt to make my best see just how much I care about her. All real first names.


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What She Means to Me

There is a girl, and I love her more than anything in the whole world. She means the whole world to me, and more. I have many things I want her to know, but, there is one thing I believe she doesn't know. What she means to me. I cannot possibly describe what she means to me, instead, I will tell you how and why she came to mean so much to me. I will do this by telling you my life before, and after I met her, and maybe you can understand, just what she means to me.

This long story all starts when I was very young, around the age of five or six. The very first friend I had was a boy named Devon, he was a year older than me, half black, and half white, with spiked curly thick hair. We would play games outside every day, and hug at the start of every day. I think because of this, hugs grew to mean friendship, and love. I also remember the very first girl I had a crush on. I don't remember her name, but I remember she was blonde, with fair pale skin. Devon and I both had a crush on this girl, and one day, we fought over her. As we were fighting she just sat there and watched entertained by it. Devon and I made up when we realized she wasn't worth fighting for, because she didn't care what happened to us. But there was one thing he couldn't do.

I used to also go to a catholic school for the days. I don't remember it too much, but I do remember playing video games on the Nintendo system they had there during aftercare. The one thing I do remember is one day; I was betrayed by a close friend. I wasn't the most popular amongst the kindergarteners at that school, but I had one friend at the table I sat at named Mike. We were close that whole year, and never left each other's side. One day, I had my 15 minutes of fame. I was able to make everyone in the whole class laugh during the play time, and was entertaining the whole room. There wasn't any room for him to sit, as I started the show while he was at the bathroom. I had made a joke about Santa Clause's beard, and the entire class laughed hysterically. My one friend Mike, decided to make up a lie, and said I wanted to pee on Santa instead. I know that this seems minor, but at the same time, what is we were older? Would he have done something worse? Even though he was a good friend before the betrayal, there was one thing he couldn't do.

After I finished up the year, my parents got into fights very regularly. I would cry in order to make them stop. This only lasted for about a month. I didn't know it then, but my father was a cocaine addict, and he was stealing money from my mother to buy drugs. Because of this, we moved into my grandmother's house, were I would live for the next four years. My uncle, my grandmother, my mother, ad my sister all lived there. It was a white house with a mostly blue interior. A main floor with a wide living room, and an orange boxed out room that was the kitchen. The dining room and the living room had no separation except for the carpeting. Next to the living room, was what I call the entertainment room. It had two rocking chairs that sat against the sliding wooden doors that separate the living room and the entertainment room, and a couch along the right wall. There was also a bookshelf with many books along the left wall, and a T.V. along the back wall near a door to the back yard of the house. Next to the T.V. and it's huge stand were many windows that viewed the outside. The upstairs had three bedrooms the left one, my grandmothers, the middle one, my uncles, and the left one, mine, and my sisters. Next to our room was a bathroom. The downstairs had a bedroom that was very small with a huge bookshelf with even more books than the upstairs. Another set of stairs led to the basement which served as a second living room. The entire downstairs had a brown and orange color on the walls. My family lived in the downstairs, and my sister and I would sleep in our room upstairs.

I attended first grade about a month two months after moving in with my grandmother. It took me almost two years to recognize it as "home". I don't remember much about first grade, but I had only one friend. Anthony was his name. He was very pale, and had a wide baby face for the whole time I knew him. It was like being friends with Devon again. We had never hugged though. One day, while playing he pulled my pants and underwear down in front of a few girls, for which I beat him up, until he bled. It was at this moment, that no one in the school would like me for the next seven long years. People remembered me as the one who ruthlessly beat up his best friend. I had no one. Even though Anthony was also a really good friend, there was something he couldn't do

The next year, in second grade, I attended aftercare, because my grandmother could no longer watch us after school. I met my new best friend Masaaki. He was full Japanese, with immigrant parents. I didn't like him at first because he was obsessed with turtles, and I told him a story that all the turtles in the world would die in. He thought it was real, and cried for a whole hour! The next day I said I was sorry, and that it wasn't a true story, so to make up for it I would be his best friend. In Aftercare I did not only have a friend however, there were many bullies. Even with Masaaki, there was something he couldn't do.

There were 4 that I remember, Kevin, Steven, and I forget the other. The worst part was, Masaaki was also friends with them. And so, aftercare became a living hell, all because no one would stand up for me. The only relief I had was to go home, and play video games on my playstation two. My uncle was also a form of relief. He is a Christian, and a devout one. He is truly worth the title of Christian. Because if that, the next seven years were dedicated to God, and Jesus. I believed if I worshipped him, then when I die, all my suffering would be gone, replaced by pure happiness.

I had suffered two years of torture, when a new person in school, Robert, became my newest best friend. Masaaki and the bullies were a year older than me, so I didn't see any of them the whole year because middle school started at fifth grade. I tried to teach Rob my religion and it's values. But we would mostly lay video games on our Nintendo DS. We would always play together. It was a happy year, the bullies weren't so bad now that I had a friend in my grade, and I was happy. Although, this is when I realized what I call the "Loneliness" had set in. I didn't care about Rob at all. I was just using him until fifth grade, when I would be reunited with Masaaki. Once again with Rob, there was just something he couldn't do.

Fifth grade rolled around, and it was back to suffering. The North End elementary school, and the South End elementary school became one in Middle school. I was still friends with Rob, but I didn't care about him at all, just used him so I didn't look alone. Because I didn't play any sports I didn't know anyone from the North End school, but all the bullies did. As such, I had two whole times the bullies to deal with. It was never physical, but they stopped anyone I tried to be friends from being my friend. It was because of them, I was alone. All I could do to try and not feel lonely at the point was to make imaginary friends. Not just imaginary friends, but a whole world. And I was the king!

It took a month, but I drew an entire world that was mine to rule. I had a history for it, people in it. And everyone in the world loved me as their king! I taped this map to my wall in the bedroom, and every night, I would tell it goodnight through a speaker I drew. My world was perfect. I could go to it anytime I wanted to in my head, and fight the evil sharks that attacked the citizens. On the last day of fifth grade, I came home to no more maps. No more cities, counties, or continents I drew. It was all thrown in the garbage because my mother spilt coffee on it while looking at it. Not even my own world could do it, within my own world, there was something it couldn't do.

Sixth grade was the same, without my maps. And I was still all alone. I started to actually view Rob as a friend, but he would never let me tell him anything. I couldn't come to him when I had problems, he wasn't interested. I feel like because of this, I except people to feel like I'm a burden when I want to tell them things. The loneliness stayed the same for that whole year, not yet in full control of me.

In seventh grade I met James. It's not that I never met him before, I just didn't have any classes with him. And he became my new best friend. I quit aftercare about halfway through fifth grade to walk home, so I would just walk to his house instead if my own. My father moved back in with us, so I felt happy. James was willing to listen to everything I ever had to say, and I listened to everything he had to say. This was when the Loneliness was at its lowest. I also was friends with the new kid, Mike, and we would always go to James' house after school. He introduced me to music, something I had never really cared for before, and to what I believe was true friendship. Not even James could do it, it was just something he couldn't do.

Although there was happiness, there was even more sadness. The bullies were relentless on James and I. It was as though they hated me being happy. They wanted nothing more than for us to suffer at whatever expense possible. They made fun of us every day. Because of this, we took on new Identities, and whistle and red X. The two most infamous taggers of Little Falls, we put our mark on everything we could reach by scratching it in. Cars, walls, doors, advertisements, nothing would go untouched with our mark. until I moved to Milford, Pennsylvania.

I spent the summer 100% alone, except for with my dog throwing rocks off of our new yard. I missed my Uncle, and James. I spent my weekends with my uncle when I was in school, going to a messianic Jewish synagogue on Saturday, and church on Sunday. My religion was never more important to me than at that time, but it was all gone now. I was in Milford, not Cedar Grove. I couldn't do those things anymore. During this time my loneliness grew to the second highest it would ever be. My Uncle, flesh and blood, still, there was just something he couldn't do.

Eighth grade started, and I knew no one. I wasn't really bullied, but ignored, by everyone except Jackson. He was a popular person, and somehow, became my new best friend, and only true friend for the next two years. He reintroduced me to a game I only played a few times. World of Warcraft. Video games were EVERYTHING to me at this point. And I played MW2 everyday with Jackson, but we wanted more, we wanted World of Warcraft. I got my new computer, and left public school forever! I played with new people, and had lots of friends. I had over 20 female friends and over 30 male friends on WoW. And one day, I went on a cruise. Somehow, not even Jackson could do it. It was just something he couldn't do.

In the middle of Eighth grade I went on a cruise, and had what I had always wanted, a female best friend who I could tell anything to. She even thought of me as her best friend I even loved her! Her name was Rachel, and we had so much fun together. I was with her everyday of the cruise, along with about ten more people. It would only last a few days, however. On the very last night Love Story played, and we all sang it, because of that the song became a symbol of friendship to me. Even though James has introduced me to music, it never sank it. This was the only song I ever listened to, and really felt a deep emotion. Love. Rachel taught me how to talk to girls, something I really needed for nest year. Rachel, my first female love, even her, there was just something she couldn't do.

The next year, Ninth grade started. I was a highschooler. I will forever remember this as the worst year of my life. People who used to ignore me in Eighth grade, not were like the bullies in Cedar Grove. They hated that I was friends with Jackson. But on the bus that I rode to and from school I met a girl, named Karina. Because of Rachel, I now knew how to talk to girls, but I had no confidence when talking to them. She indirectly taught it to me, when we dated for a month. It tragically ended when she out of the blue ended it, and wanted to only be friends. Then I left school for cyber school, I figured Loneliness is better than this I hate it. And I met who will forever call my second best friend. Karina, my first girlfriend, there was something she couldn't do.

Her real name was Brea, but to me, Lintheline, or Lin, for short. I talked to her for 15+ hours a day everyday for a whole year! She knew everything about me, and I knew everything about her. And her friend Laura, who stopped talking her, had started talking to her again. It was the three of us for that whole year! I was never more happy, yet, at the same time, never more sad. I didn't love these two like I has always been looking for. I don't know when it started, but I had always been looking for a girl that I could love as my best friend. Someone who would also think of me as their best friend. I needed someone who could cry on my shoulder, and would let me do the same. The loneliness got stronger by the day, as did my happiness, so I never truly noticed, until my computer broke. Even Lin, and Laura, with how much I talked to them, there was just something they couldn't do.

I was forced to switch to console, and played alone, everyday, Jackson hadn't talked to me in over a year, and Lin and Laura hadn't talked to me for over a month. With no happiness to combat the loneliness, I lost all emotion to the loneliness. I never cried, I never smiled, I never truly laughed for a long time. It was two months before I joined my clan, a group of people who wanted nothing but to be my friend. But I only really liked a few of them, and overtime it decayed, it was only a momentary relief. I was at an all time low, the loneliness was in full effect. I may have even killed myself if I had a painless way to do so. I was Ulquiorra, the embodiment of lonliness. Then I met her, the one who means everything to me.

It was a Search and Destroy game on Downhill, the new snow map in Call of Duty: Black Ops 2, I was talking to her friend Connor, about one of my favorite subjects, anime. I sent her friend request thinking nothing of it, other than she seemed cool. And one day I invited her to join my game on accident. We played, and had so much fun, I completely forgot about the loneliness, it was almost like it wasn't even there at all. I had to play with her everyday, no one in the whole world could do what she did! Not Devon, not Mike, Not Masaaki, not Rob, Not James, not the other Mike, not Jackson, Not Rachel, Not Karina, not Lin, not Laura, but, Saige.

Saige is her name. And I've played on Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 (BO2 for short) with her everyday since. She introduced me to new people, and heard my story. I grew to love her. On the same day I told her she loved me, I told her that I loved her. This was what I always wanted. I finally have it! Recently she made my loneliness disappear, it's all gone. And not only that, but right when I started to hate all people. With Saige, it was something she could do. She took away the Loneliness, possibly forever. It was just something that she not only could so, she did!

This girl means the whole world to me, and more. I love her with everything that I have! There is not a thing in this world I wouldn't for her. I just don't think she knows what she means to me. I write this to maybe help her, but I feel like it will only tell her my story, and she won't see it. I feel like she won't see just how much she feels about me, but at the same time I hope that this does let her know. Maybe my whole story, and what she did to me in one will make her live my life, and make her see just what she really did for me.

Since meeting her, the loneliness feels like it's gone. I can laugh, I can cry, I can smile, I can live. I stay up every night thinking about just how much I love her. I tell her I love her as many times as I can. Not to keep reminding her, but as if she can add them all up. I keep telling her so she can see my love for her, is so great, that if you took every time I've told her it and added it, you would be so far less than 1% it may as well be 0. This is what she means to me, and hopefully through telling you my whole story, she means the same to you. I love you more a trillion times more than there are words in this whole story. And that times a trillion. Saige, no matter what, this is what you will always mean to me, and nothing will ever change that. 3,331 words, that's what it took to just give you a glimpse of what you mean to me. Without you, I may not be alone physically, but it will all return. And, this is all why. I love you Saige.

By, Ulquiorra1995 4What She Means to Me

There is a girl, and I love her more than anything in the whole world. She means the whole world to me, and more. I have many things I want her to know, but, there is one thing I believe she doesn't know. What she means to me. I cannot possibly describe what she means to me, instead, I will tell you how and why she came to mean so much to me. I will do this by telling you my life before, and after I met her, and maybe you can understand, just what she means to me.

This long story all starts when I was very young, around the age of five or six. The very first friend I had was a boy named Devon, he was a year older than me, half black, and half white, with spiked curly thick hair. We would play games outside every day, and hug at the start of every day. I think because of this, hugs grew to mean friendship, and love. I also remember the very first girl I had a crush on. I don't remember her name, but I remember she was blonde, with fair pale skin. Devon and I both had a crush on this girl, and one day, we fought over her. As we were fighting she just sat there and watched entertained by it. Devon and I made up when we realized she wasn't worth fighting for, because she didn't care what happened to us. But there was one thing he couldn't do.

I used to also go to a catholic school for the days. I don't remember it too much, but I do remember playing video games on the Nintendo system they had there during aftercare. The one thing I do remember is one day; I was betrayed by a close friend. I wasn't the most popular amongst the kindergarteners at that school, but I had one friend at the table I sat at named Mike. We were close that whole year, and never left each other's side. One day, I had my 15 minutes of fame. I was able to make everyone in the whole class laugh during the play time, and was entertaining the whole room. There wasn't any room for him to sit, as I started the show while he was at the bathroom. I had made a joke about Santa Clause's beard, and the entire class laughed hysterically. My one friend Mike, decided to make up a lie, and said I wanted to pee on Santa instead. I know that this seems minor, but at the same time, what is we were older? Would he have done something worse? Even though he was a good friend before the betrayal, there was one thing he couldn't do.

After I finished up the year, my parents got into fights very regularly. I would cry in order to make them stop. This only lasted for about a month. I didn't know it then, but my father was a cocaine addict, and he was stealing money from my mother to buy drugs. Because of this, we moved into my grandmother's house, were I would live for the next four years. My uncle, my grandmother, my mother, ad my sister all lived there. It was a white house with a mostly blue interior. A main floor with a wide living room, and an orange boxed out room that was the kitchen. The dining room and the living room had no separation except for the carpeting. Next to the living room, was what I call the entertainment room. It had two rocking chairs that sat against the sliding wooden doors that separate the living room and the entertainment room, and a couch along the right wall. There was also a bookshelf with many books along the left wall, and a T.V. along the back wall near a door to the back yard of the house. Next to the T.V. and it's huge stand were many windows that viewed the outside. The upstairs had three bedrooms the left one, my grandmothers, the middle one, my uncles, and the left one, mine, and my sisters. Next to our room was a bathroom. The downstairs had a bedroom that was very small with a huge bookshelf with even more books than the upstairs. Another set of stairs led to the basement which served as a second living room. The entire downstairs had a brown and orange color on the walls. My family lived in the downstairs, and my sister and I would sleep in our room upstairs.

I attended first grade about a month two months after moving in with my grandmother. It took me almost two years to recognize it as "home". I don't remember much about first grade, but I had only one friend. Anthony was his name. He was very pale, and had a wide baby face for the whole time I knew him. It was like being friends with Devon again. We had never hugged though. One day, while playing he pulled my pants and underwear down in front of a few girls, for which I beat him up, until he bled. It was at this moment, that no one in the school would like me for the next seven long years. People remembered me as the one who ruthlessly beat up his best friend. I had no one. Even though Anthony was also a really good friend, there was something he couldn't do

The next year, in second grade, I attended aftercare, because my grandmother could no longer watch us after school. I met my new best friend Masaaki. He was full Japanese, with immigrant parents. I didn't like him at first because he was obsessed with turtles, and I told him a story that all the turtles in the world would die in. He thought it was real, and cried for a whole hour! The next day I said I was sorry, and that it wasn't a true story, so to make up for it I would be his best friend. In Aftercare I did not only have a friend however, there were many bullies. Even with Masaaki, there was something he couldn't do.

There were 4 that I remember, Kevin, Steven, and I forget the other. The worst part was, Masaaki was also friends with them. And so, aftercare became a living hell, all because no one would stand up for me. The only relief I had was to go home, and play video games on my playstation two. My uncle was also a form of relief. He is a Christian, and a devout one. He is truly worth the title of Christian. Because if that, the next seven years were dedicated to God, and Jesus. I believed if I worshipped him, then when I die, all my suffering would be gone, replaced by pure happiness.

I had suffered two years of torture, when a new person in school, Robert, became my newest best friend. Masaaki and the bullies were a year older than me, so I didn't see any of them the whole year because middle school started at fifth grade. I tried to teach Rob my religion and it's values. But we would mostly lay video games on our Nintendo DS. We would always play together. It was a happy year, the bullies weren't so bad now that I had a friend in my grade, and I was happy. Although, this is when I realized what I call the "Loneliness" had set in. I didn't care about Rob at all. I was just using him until fifth grade, when I would be reunited with Masaaki. Once again with Rob, there was just something he couldn't do.

Fifth grade rolled around, and it was back to suffering. The North End elementary school, and the South End elementary school became one in Middle school. I was still friends with Rob, but I didn't care about him at all, just used him so I didn't look alone. Because I didn't play any sports I didn't know anyone from the North End school, but all the bullies did. As such, I had two whole times the bullies to deal with. It was never physical, but they stopped anyone I tried to be friends from being my friend. It was because of them, I was alone. All I could do to try and not feel lonely at the point was to make imaginary friends. Not just imaginary friends, but a whole world. And I was the king!

It took a month, but I drew an entire world that was mine to rule. I had a history for it, people in it. And everyone in the world loved me as their king! I taped this map to my wall in the bedroom, and every night, I would tell it goodnight through a speaker I drew. My world was perfect. I could go to it anytime I wanted to in my head, and fight the evil sharks that attacked the citizens. On the last day of fifth grade, I came home to no more maps. No more cities, counties, or continents I drew. It was all thrown in the garbage because my mother spilt coffee on it while looking at it. Not even my own world could do it, within my own world, there was something it couldn't do.

Sixth grade was the same, without my maps. And I was still all alone. I started to actually view Rob as a friend, but he would never let me tell him anything. I couldn't come to him when I had problems, he wasn't interested. I feel like because of this, I except people to feel like I'm a burden when I want to tell them things. The loneliness stayed the same for that whole year, not yet in full control of me.

In seventh grade I met James. It's not that I never met him before, I just didn't have any classes with him. And he became my new best friend. I quit aftercare about halfway through fifth grade to walk home, so I would just walk to his house instead if my own. My father moved back in with us, so I felt happy. James was willing to listen to everything I ever had to say, and I listened to everything he had to say. This was when the Loneliness was at its lowest. I also was friends with the new kid, Mike, and we would always go to James' house after school. He introduced me to music, something I had never really cared for before, and to what I believe was true friendship. Not even James could do it, it was just something he couldn't do.

Although there was happiness, there was even more sadness. The bullies were relentless on James and I. It was as though they hated me being happy. They wanted nothing more than for us to suffer at whatever expense possible. They made fun of us every day. Because of this, we took on new Identities, and whistle and red X. The two most infamous taggers of Little Falls, we put our mark on everything we could reach by scratching it in. Cars, walls, doors, advertisements, nothing would go untouched with our mark. until I moved to Milford, Pennsylvania.

I spent the summer 100% alone, except for with my dog throwing rocks off of our new yard. I missed my Uncle, and James. I spent my weekends with my uncle when I was in school, going to a messianic Jewish synagogue on Saturday, and church on Sunday. My religion was never more important to me than at that time, but it was all gone now. I was in Milford, not Cedar Grove. I couldn't do those things anymore. During this time my loneliness grew to the second highest it would ever be. My Uncle, flesh and blood, still, there was just something he couldn't do.

Eighth grade started, and I knew no one. I wasn't really bullied, but ignored, by everyone except Jackson. He was a popular person, and somehow, became my new best friend, and only true friend for the next two years. He reintroduced me to a game I only played a few times. World of Warcraft. Video games were EVERYTHING to me at this point. And I played MW2 everyday with Jackson, but we wanted more, we wanted World of Warcraft. I got my new computer, and left public school forever! I played with new people, and had lots of friends. I had over 20 female friends and over 30 male friends on WoW. And one day, I went on a cruise. Somehow, not even Jackson could do it. It was just something he couldn't do.

In the middle of Eighth grade I went on a cruise, and had what I had always wanted, a female best friend who I could tell anything to. She even thought of me as her best friend I even loved her! Her name was Rachel, and we had so much fun together. I was with her everyday of the cruise, along with about ten more people. It would only last a few days, however. On the very last night Love Story played, and we all sang it, because of that the song became a symbol of friendship to me. Even though James has introduced me to music, it never sank it. This was the only song I ever listened to, and really felt a deep emotion. Love. Rachel taught me how to talk to girls, something I really needed for nest year. Rachel, my first female love, even her, there was just something she couldn't do.

The next year, Ninth grade started. I was a highschooler. I will forever remember this as the worst year of my life. People who used to ignore me in Eighth grade, not were like the bullies in Cedar Grove. They hated that I was friends with Jackson. But on the bus that I rode to and from school I met a girl, named Karina. Because of Rachel, I now knew how to talk to girls, but I had no confidence when talking to them. She indirectly taught it to me, when we dated for a month. It tragically ended when she out of the blue ended it, and wanted to only be friends. Then I left school for cyber school, I figured Loneliness is better than this I hate it. And I met who will forever call my second best friend. Karina, my first girlfriend, there was something she couldn't do.

Her real name was Brea, but to me, Lintheline, or Lin, for short. I talked to her for 15+ hours a day everyday for a whole year! She knew everything about me, and I knew everything about her. And her friend Laura, who stopped talking her, had started talking to her again. It was the three of us for that whole year! I was never more happy, yet, at the same time, never more sad. I didn't love these two like I has always been looking for. I don't know when it started, but I had always been looking for a girl that I could love as my best friend. Someone who would also think of me as their best friend. I needed someone who could cry on my shoulder, and would let me do the same. The loneliness got stronger by the day, as did my happiness, so I never truly noticed, until my computer broke. Even Lin, and Laura, with how much I talked to them, there was just something they couldn't do.

I was forced to switch to console, and played alone, everyday, Jackson hadn't talked to me in over a year, and Lin and Laura hadn't talked to me for over a month. With no happiness to combat the loneliness, I lost all emotion to the loneliness. I never cried, I never smiled, I never truly laughed for a long time. It was two months before I joined my clan, a group of people who wanted nothing but to be my friend. But I only really liked a few of them, and overtime it decayed, it was only a momentary relief. I was at an all time low, the loneliness was in full effect. I may have even killed myself if I had a painless way to do so. I was Ulquiorra, the embodiment of lonliness. Then I met her, the one who means everything to me.

It was a Search and Destroy game on Downhill, the new snow map in Call of Duty: Black Ops 2, I was talking to her friend Connor, about one of my favorite subjects, anime. I sent her friend request thinking nothing of it, other than she seemed cool. And one day I invited her to join my game on accident. We played, and had so much fun, I completely forgot about the loneliness, it was almost like it wasn't even there at all. I had to play with her everyday, no one in the whole world could do what she did! Not Devon, not Mike, Not Masaaki, not Rob, Not James, not the other Mike, not Jackson, Not Rachel, Not Karina, not Lin, not Laura, but, Saige.

Saige is her name. And I've played on Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 (BO2 for short) with her everyday since. She introduced me to new people, and heard my story. I grew to love her. On the same day I told her she loved me, I told her that I loved her. This was what I always wanted. I finally have it! Recently she made my loneliness disappear, it's all gone. And not only that, but right when I started to hate all people. With Saige, it was something she could do. She took away the Loneliness, possibly forever. It was just something that she not only could so, she did!

This girl means the whole world to me, and more. I love her with everything that I have! There is not a thing in this world I wouldn't for her. I just don't think she knows what she means to me. I write this to maybe help her, but I feel like it will only tell her my story, and she won't see it. I feel like she won't see just how much she feels about me, but at the same time I hope that this does let her know. Maybe my whole story, and what she did to me in one will make her live my life, and make her see just what she really did for me.

Since meeting her, the loneliness feels like it's gone. I can laugh, I can cry, I can smile, I can live. I stay up every night thinking about just how much I love her. I tell her I love her as many times as I can. Not to keep reminding her, but as if she can add them all up. I keep telling her so she can see my love for her, is so great, that if you took every time I've told her it and added it, you would be so far less than 1% it may as well be 0. This is what she means to me, and hopefully through telling you my whole story, she means the same to you. I love you more a trillion times more than there are words in this whole story. And that times a trillion. Saige, no matter what, this is what you will always mean to me, and nothing will ever change that. 3,331 words, that's what it took to just give you a glimpse of what you mean to me. Without you, I may not be alone physically, but it will all return. And, this is all why. I love you Saige.

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