I remember the day you came into my life.

I don't remember anything about the day I met you. In fact, I remember little until we both ended up on the same cruise. I thought it was an ironic coincidence.

I don't think that anymore.

And those two years we didn't really see each other, they're merely a blur as far as you are concerned.

But September 26th is permanently engrained into my mind. My third homecoming. Your first. You were upset because I was supposed to go with Eric. You didn't like him. You still don't.

But I didn't go with Eric. He went with Amanda instead. So I showed up dateless. again.

Of course, when I got there, I discovered Jeff had decided to show his face. After using me, toying with my emotions, breaking his promises, and blowing me off, he had the nerve to show his face at a homecoming dance for a school he didn't even go to.

He was awful to me. I didn't want him there. I didn't need him ruining my homecoming. So, I ended up crying in the corner.

You didn't know about the crying. But you knew I was upset. You tried everthing in your power to comfort me.

I remember when we danced together. I could barely get my arms around your neck because I'm so short, and you're so much taller than I. And I remember the way you looked at me, so full of supposed adoration.

You made some remark about my being egotistical. I laughed and told you yes, I was. You leaned in really close and whispered in my ear four words that I could never forget; "But you're worth it."

I remember that day in the center a few weeks later. We had been talking for hours. I felt the urge to kiss you on the cheek. So I did. Then you looked at me, and I knew you were going to kiss me.

And you did. once, twice, thrice.. As many times as I would let you. And I let you.

But we moved too quickly, and the next day, you told me it was a mistake.

Then you walked away from me. And I cried.

But Julia yelled at you that night. She told you about all the tears I had shed on your account. So you gave me my desired explanation.

I cried again. And this time, you stayed. You stayed and watched me. and I thought you were going to cry with me. But you didn't.

I remember that day on the bus, coming back from all states. You had gotten a 126 out of 131 on your audition. I got an 81.

I was upset about the whole audition process, but you didn't notice. All you noticed was that I was being rather quiet.

You were using me as a pillow that day. and you kept kissing me; on the cheek, on the forehead, on the neck, on the hand. Even one quick kiss on the lips- when I mentioned that day in the center and upset us both. It was a kiss of reconciliation.

And then, when you kissed me on the hand, and I asked you if you were having fun, you tucked my arm under yours, smiled at me, and told me I was your Princess.

I remember the day of the disastrous drama fieldtrip.

You told me how much I meant to you, how important I was. And you told me that I was such a wonderful friend.

It nearly broke my heart.

And you couldn't figure out why I was upset.

I remember last week, when I gave you your Christmas present. Just a magnet and a sticker, nothing big. And I wrote you a note. But you loved it.

You kept hugging me. Eventually, you had me sit in your lap. And you kissed my back. Twice.

I remember so many little things. More then I'll ever let you know.

But most of all, I remember that I love you. As a friend. And as so much more.

And I remember that you will never feel quite the same.

But, I promise you. I will always remain:

Your Princess,