It was strange, having people read something that was so personal. But soon, we began recieving the letters. Letters from people all over the United States. Teenagers, largely, but also adults. They were people who had gone through similar trials we had. Paige, being who she was, set up a website where you could send us personal stories, bios, etc, or just talk to us and the other people about everything.
She named the website after our book: Remembering.
It seemed appropriate.
We are both attending Nebraska State (by some miracle I was accepted), and working on year three.
As for Paige, I’ve never had a closer friend. We connect on a level no one, I think, including me, will ever understand. Through the years, I’ve managed to learn more about her past, and help her as she helped me.
But that’s another story.
I don’t know what the future will bring, but I know now that I have the strength to face it.
And I won’t be alone.