Fourteen years.

Fourteen years, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I knew I was a stupid person but still with the only picture I had of her from the prom nights, I would simply stare at it and keep it back in between the pages of a book.

I used to think what she meant she told me that what happened in the school was because of her and what made her leave, without even saying goodbye.

But as life went on, I kept in the back of my mind, refusing to think about her but I ...