//*Guess what? This is from Rin's POV! When was the last time I heard from her anyway? :P

I drag up memories of days we had together. I remember days of love and happiness, of smiles and kisses. I remember the day when he first confessed to me, and I laughed at him for a little while and loved his embarrassed face before getting serious and saying that I cared for him that much, too. I could the blood rushing to my cheeks, could feel the warmth that was coming from my face.

I remember a warm spring day in first grade when we first learned about anthills, and attempted to make one by piling up dirt and poking a hole in the middle by shoving a stick down the center.  He would build up something that resembled one, and I would poke a hole in the top with a think stick, except every times I stuck it in, the hill would tumble over into little flecks of dirt. I'd pout, my cheeks puffed about, about the stupid hill and how it couldn't just hold together while Alex would always just sigh, shake his blond head and mutter under his breath about little Rin who could never just be cautious. I'd always hear it, and he'd always make sure that I'd be able to hear it and I would slap his arm to say Seriously! Then we'd look at each other and start laughing, our breaths hysterical and squealing.

Then there was his birthday. The first one we celebrated together as girlfriend and boyfriend. He winked at me before he blew the candles out, and I could do nothing except stare at the wisps of smoke blowing in the air as I tried to figure out what it meant. Huh? What was that? I didn't understand at all, but after I had my slice of cake, I forgot about anything that wasn't sweet, creamy and fluffy.

He caught me alone in the closet (I guess that's what happens in hide and seek, though) and we whispered, his breath on my face and my chest against his. "You know what I wished for?"

I had thought back to the wink that he gave me, and kind of regretted not thinking about it further. But I hide it, a weak laugh at the surface and a thin smile covering the sadness. "You know, you're not supposed to tell people that or else your wish isn't going to come true." I knew he knew that, but I can't hear it because I actually believe it. I've never voiced a single wish of mine, and they have come true so far.

He smiled at me, and said, "I don't believe that."

He was so cute, I wanted to give into him for a second. Then I remembered what he wanted to tell me, I fought on. "Well, I do, so don't tell me."

His smile, ever tender, just softened a bit. "Well, I don't, so I'm still going to tell you. I wished for uf oo—Stop that!" he said, prying my hands off his face. "I'm trying to speak to you!"

I smiled, my lips and eyes filled with playfulness and innocence. "And I don't wish to hear what you're saying."

He stopped smiling for a second to say, "Well, you're hearing it anyway. I'm keeping those hands off me." It was true. He still hadn't let go of me. I tried to wriggle my hands from his, even though I knew it was a worthless cause. His fingers tightened their hold, making escape impossible.

I still remember his exact words, his breath on mine, and the warmth of us together. "I wished for us to be together. Eternally. It doesn't matter what we go through, or how long it takes us, as long as we're together throughout all of it." He stopped after that, but we both knew that he continued, his thoughts never slowing down. I need you. I need you in my life. Please stay by my side, and we can be happy together. All right?

Even when we went running together, both of our breaths coming fast and acid in our muscles were happy times. We joked and laughed, our love never diminishing.

But even though we had lots of loving and fun times, I know that I have to recognize the fact that there was more than just happiness. We had sad times too, sad times when we had to rely on the other's strength and draw it from them in order to keep ourselves going.

I guess we're stronger that way. We don't really have serious arguments; everything's just a fun, playful complaint. If we ever disagree, we don't go and yell and each other, blow up and lash out at everything in sight, but we had a calm discussion about it. There wasn't much time to actually get angry, because each conversation like that lasted about a minute.

But I remember the times we were not entirely wrapped up in each other's life, when we still kept deep dark secrets from each other. I remember the first time Alex broke down in front of me, when he cried like it was the end of the world. His parents were pretty much done with him, didn't give a crap as to how he was feeling. I was lucky enough to never feel like my parents didn't care about me, so I couldn't empathize with him, but I let him have my shoulder to lean on and cheered him up however I could. Hot chocolate and a banana always managed to do the trick for him, even in the summer. I never understood, but I made sure that we always had a steady supply of both at my house no matter the season.

I never really complained about my life—I only ever complained about schoolwork. What student didn't? So a lot of my anger got out pretty easily, and the only kind I harbored I harbored until I could tell him. So we shared a lot of tears and anger, and I think that without each other, we could have easily fallen in this cruel, cruel world.

I can't wait to see you again, Alex.