The same year he let one go, he found himself telling something old to someone he then didn't know. The 4 of them walked and waited for the bus, snow lay on the ground but then flying snow caused a small fuss. A snowball hit his coat, he threw one back @ her and when the bus came, after two transfers at the back of the bus, it would be just him and her. He told her something he never thought he could forsee, that he liked her and what came next was not instantly. They took it slow, and the relationship started to grow, notes and calls, even on the ski hill when he hurt his leg and took that fall. She kissed him and checked on him when he was sick, and when he would fall.
They broke up a few times, but ultimately those who got hurt would be he and she. She said she loved him, and he kept asking himself how could this be? The time they spent together would not be forgotten so easily. She asked him the question, that to some would've been ultimately but he pushed her away for how he was hurt by she. He didn't understand her actions, her thoughts or her plans but when they parted ways it was for the best later on it seemed. He stepped up to a microphone, she moved on and left him all alone.
