"I'm sorry it has to end this way," he told me. We were sitting on a park bench in a deserted park . I was wearing his jacket since it was cold out. The wind was making my long black hair fly into his face. He was breaking up with me.
"I just don't understand..."
"You'll be fine without me..."
"Do you really have to leave?"
"I have to. You know I want to be a singer..."
"And I want to be a pianist..."
"Then go for your dreams..."
"But my dreams include you in them..."
"Please don't leave."
I'm Jillian Baker and this is my story. My story of how my entire life was changed by one boy.