Dearest, Clementine

Chapter 1

       In the words of Clementine Gray, "If You're still feeling pain, you're not broken."
Also in the words of Clementine Gray, "Fuck off, Alexander Fynch." For the most part, she was simply melancholy. To answer your question, Clem, that's when i first fell in love with you.

       With words of hate and the realization of who i saw in row 2, seat 9 of Mr. Anderson's Algebra 2 math class during the 3rd month of school during a test. Kind of a weird time to fall in love, but as good of a place to as any. She wasn't angry when she said it, and that's how i knew that she had at least had feelings for me. Her mix of anger, giggling, and an F on a test she had studied 3 nights straight for and the additional willingness to forgive me for it said it all.

       I was only joking with her by saying she had something on her forehead trying to get a reaction. Over and over i told her, "Come on, Clem, you just missed it." Once she caught on, I heard the enchanting quote that lingered in that class for weeks. You drove me insane with the way you had with words. How you could explain to me why you didn't bother looking at stars because you could never remember them all or comprehend why some were more important than others simply because they made shapes. Clementine Gray. I hope you'll forgiven me.