I saw you in the library two weeks after that.
I thought you would ignore me, but you smiled.
A warm, genuine smile.
You came over to me.
You looked so happy.
You handed me a paper crane.
"I just came to give this to you" You whispered in my ear.
Then you left and you were gone again.
I unfolded the crane.
I miss you.
Thanks for being the bestest friend I've ever had.
I'm going to make the last one as a birthday present for you.
It will be in the mail.
I hope we start to catch up more. I'd really like that.
That's what it said.
That was the last time I ever saw you.
That was two days before your accident.
And five days before my birthday.