As these questions ran through my mind I noticed something at my feet…A ribbon. A red ribbon.

“Ah, her favorite color” I murmured to myself…I never did get to ask what was so special about red to her. I paused to pick it up, feeling the silky texture in my hand. So many things reminded me of her…

The amusement park would have surely turned out better, but the money – something we didn’t have much of. Or maybe we could have just not gone alone – but we never got time together…if only, if only…Stop going through if onlys only and consider moving on…no, I could never…but she would have wanted me to be happy…but…

Oh god, now i’m arguing with myself I added, pulling myself out of my retrieve…

I picked up my pace, as if moving faster would stop my mind from remembering, stop it from thinking…

I broke out into a run as I thought back to what caused all this…