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Some things can never be replaced
Some things are with me for always
These are the things I will remember
When I remember when
I'd rather love and lose you all
Than never have you to recall
These are the things I will remember
Again and then again (again and again)
When I remeber when (5ive - When I Remember When)
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The next day I went through Brian's room. As I opened the
door, I caught a whiff of something familiar - the scent of Brian's favorite cologne still
hung in the air. I smiled, remembering, and got to work.
I opened one of his dresser drawers and pulled out his midnight blue Phat Farm sweatshirt.
I held it next to my cheek for a minute and got lost in memories....
~*Flashback*~
"Brian! We'd better go back! It's gonna rain!" I yelled as it started
sprinkling.
"No way, Jose! I love the beach!" he yelled back, doing backflip after backflip
on the sand.
"Oh gee thanks. I love you too," I muttered.
He came over to me, out of breath. "Sorry. It's just that I'm crazy in love with
you."
I blushed, but it went unnoticed because of the deepening twilight.
"I love yo - AAAHH!" I yelled as the sky let go with a cold downpour.
We both ran back to his Jeep, getting soaked in the process. I got in, shivering and
soaking wet.
"Here," he offered, holding out his Phat Farm sweatshirt.
I took it from his hands and leaned in to towel off his face. Our gazes locked and our
lips met, the rain slowing to a soft patter on the roof of the car.
~*End flashback~*
I smiled again and put the sweatshirt on. I gathered up some pictures of us at concerts,
Disney World, at the beach, and at prom and homecoming and sat down on the bed to look at
them. I quickly realized I was sitting on something and pulled the sheets back. *Another
letter*, I realized. It was
marked, "Open me, Becca! Right now!". I opened it, again with shaking hands.
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*Becca,
Cool, you're going through my stuff. Maybe not. Maybe you're just in my room. =0) Oh well.
The important thing is, you're reading this. Anyway, for the next letter, go to our
special spot on the beach and look on our table. Love you forever!
Brian
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I put the pictures in my room and headed for the beach.
