When was it that we first met? Was it sophomore year of high school? I met you when I first went to the library after starting school. I didn't even know we were in the same class, and even if I did, I hadn't realized how beautiful you were. It feels like just yesterday that I confessed to you on our graduation day, and you answered with that bright smile. You didn't do anything wrong—no, it's my fault. It's my fault for letting you walk home alone that night. If I had gone with you, you wouldn't have been hit by that drunk driver and lost your hearing. But now, you can't go back to how things were. You've lost your hearing and your old personality, and now you just wait for me at home. I try to get back quickly because I'm worried about you, but I feel so sorry every time I finish late. Even today, after working overtime all day, I open the front door and look for you, but you can't hear me, and you're probably already asleep.