Last night was an unforgettable night. One someone says "unforgettable" it doesn't mean great. She came down the steps towards building number 13 with her hair untied and the wind blew which made her hair flow. She wore a blue tank top and gray jeans. I was there and I thought to myself, she's the most beautiful girl in the world. It killed me knowing that she isn't with me. The pain hurts so bad. A soul-hurt, a real-gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. I can't bear it. But I will NOT give up. No matter how painful it is. I'd die trying.