<< " I've stepped out of the house. Sitting on a cafe, wearing your jacket. Sunny set me with a college friend of hers: a "single rich and handsome doctor". I know mom would've been happy. And I know she means well but I don't know if I'll ever find love again. I can't let you go, I just can't. What's going to be of us if I stop thinking about you? Will everything fade into obscurity? If I stopped looking at your pictures, how would I ever know you were real? What if the few pictures of us... just get lost? I know I shouldn't be talking to you (or whatever this is), but it didn't feel right to be here without telling you. I know you would want my happiness, but I want to be with you. Here, or there... wherever you are I've waited for you to come back, but maybe I just have to go to you. I think I will. See you soon I love you." -Moonique's diary, A letter for Audric>>