Reader's POV

I sat on the ledge, holding the photo album close. Tears ran down my face. Sing for her, my conscience begged. I took a deep breath. "I watched you through your window, I was wearing that dumb sweatshirt. I looked like a goon. I was dressed for winter, even though it was the middle of June." I sighed. "I watched you get undressed. I must have turned bright red, 'Cause I couldn't stand to face you, 'Cause I liked what I saw. And maybe we should just be friends?" I held back a sob. "Tell me how you feel about me, do you like or like like me? Tell me what you really feel, do you like me? Just say you do." I wiped my eyes and continued singing, clutching the photo album. "I climbed up your front porch, and I doorbell ditched you, and I felt so bad, couldn't cope to what I did. So I laughed myself sick all the way to my car. Tell me how you feel about me, do you like or like like me? Tell me what you really feel, do you like me? Just say you do. Tell me how you feel about me. Do you like or like like me? Tell me what you really feel, do you like me? Tell me how you feel about me. Do you like or like like me? Tell me what you really feel. Do you like me? Just say you do......"

I started coughing and that led into pained sobbing. "she loved that song.... she loved this place.. she loved me........" I shivered.

I was wearing our special outfit. We would match sometimes, and this was most important to us. A baby blue tank top, pastel yellow shorts, pink boots, and lots of bracelets.

Friendship bracelets. She loved making friendship bracelets. She made them in all sorts of colors, and different beads, and she put so much love and effort into them. Whenever she gave me one, I would wear it until it broke. And once it broke, I would put it in a small box and keep it in my desk. They were special to me.

Everything she gave me was special. She was special. But now she's gone, and I may never be able to see her again. I miss her so much, and it's been nearly three years since I've last seen her. I miss everything about her. Her laugh, her smile, her attitude, her eyes... oh her eyes.

(Wink) They were like empty voids, yet held so much passion for what they could see. I could stare into her eyes for hours and never get tired of seeing them. Despite them actually being empty, I always knew they were much more than empty. They were more than voids. They were everything, yet nothing at the same time.

I heard the crunching of leaves behind me, yet I ignored it and stayed with my own sadness. Every time I came to the waterfall, I would read a letter I wrote to her. I pulled one out of the front of the photo album and began reading it. "Dear star girl, nearly three years have passed. I miss you so much. Every time I come here, I do the same thing. Cry, sing, cry some more, and read a letter. Well, it's true i loved you. And it's true you loved me. I loved you more than you could ever imagine. I loved everything about you. I loved how happy you always were, I loved your smile, I loved your eyes, I loved your laugh... I miss how you would always cheer me up. I miss your laughter, it always brightened my day. I miss how you would always tell me about the stars. Oh how you loved the stars. We would sit for hours and just stare up at the sky, naming the constellations. I could name every star in the sky because of you. You knew every little constellation, you knew everything about stars. And who knows where you are now? You could be in another city, another state, another county, another continent..... you could be in another world. Or you could be with the Stars like you've always wanted to be. You always said that when we die, we become another star in the sky. Well..... tonight I may just join the stars.. Love, your baby flower."

She had given me the nickname baby flower after the second summer we knew each other. We had gone to plant flowers, and I momentarily forgot the word seed while asking for them, and I asked the worker where the baby flowers were. I took me so long to figure out why the two started laughing. We always laughed about it.

"Baby flower... how often do you mourn?" I heard a sweet, soft voice ask. I gasped, and turned around. "Stargirl?" I asked quietly. And there she stood, wearing our special outfit. Although instead of shorts, she always wore a skirt, and instead of a tank top, a sweater. She smiled. "It's me."

I shook my head. "No... no way..." I set down the photo album and the letter and I walked over to her. "You didn't replace me, did'ja?" She asked. I hugged her tightly. "No.. i would never replace you Tam." I said, laying my head in the crook of her neck. I felt her arms wrap around me. "good." She whispered.

«and everything was okay»