Sometimes, at night mostly, I miss you so much. We didn't know each other face to face, but I remember most of our conversations, and our laughs, and the ending night talks. I remember you were in love with her. And I was with him. And we talked to each over and over, change ideas, and mine "he doesn't love me" and yours "you will find someone who will love you the way you are". I always thought you'd be that someone, but one day you came and said to me "I'll ask her to marry me". By the time I was 14 and you were 23. That felt pretty wrong and I thought, he'll never notice me. And, Alex, I really don't know if you did. But, if you are out there, or if sometimes you do remember me, please, tell me, somehow, you're okay and misses me.
Love, Carol.