I read the back. Billy had written in it. I was mad until I read what he wrote. It said “I love you”. I was shocked. I didn’t understand what love actually meant at the age of seven so I took the notebook and went to go ask Billy why he had written it. I went next door and there it was. An empty room. Julia was not in the corner. Billy was not watching cartoons. Their mom was not cooking breakfast, either. It was all so confusing. They were gone. I had no idea where they went or if they would come back. And they never did come back. I never got to tell Billy I loved him even though I couldn’t explain what it meant. I never got to write or play with Billy again. I will always remember Billy and the way he loved me.