But who am I kidding? I've had twenty-three years to tell her how I really feel and I still haven't. Everything but my brain is telling me to tell him right here, right now, right this moment. I just can't. If she doesn't feel the same, I will be nothing but embarrassed in front of her and her best friends. That's when I noticed it. On her neck, I'm sure like her, "something blue", was the blue dolphin pendant, on a silver chain, which I had purchased for her as a birthday present five years ago. She wore that necklace on the most important day of her life. The fact that she chose to wear that necklace, when I know for a fact that her future husband had purchased at least two blue necklaces for her, meant everything to me. The fact that she wore that necklace today showed me that she really cares about me. Whether she cared about me as a friend or as something more was the only question that remained. It meant everything to me, that she was wearing that necklace. “Nice necklace,” I giggled making her look down at her neck. She smiled and grabbed the pendant before looking up at me and murmuring, “Thanks. A dear friend gave it to me. “Dude. He said friend. I never thought the word friend could break a heart like it had just destroyed mine. The word friend is only heartbreaking when you care about the person who said it as much more than a friend. I don't want to just be friends with Skylar. I want to be everything with her, but she clearly only sees me as a friend. Then I noticed Skylar's face change as she answered her cell phone. All happiness and joy vanished from his face. She turned pale and her face tightened. "An-accident?" He barely stuttered. “I-I'll be rig... middle of paper... me. I'm sorry that your last year in this godforsaken world was so crap. I am sorry. I love you. Your lifesaver, Chuck Putting the letter in an envelope, I cried a little. Ivy asked me what was wrong; I just brushed it off. It's not that I didn't want to answer her, it's just that I couldn't answer her. Then I turned to Ivy, “Do you want to go see your mom?” nodding his head yes. So, taking the letter, I put Ivy in her car seat, before we both went to the cemetery. There, I placed the envelope enclosing the letter directly in front of Skylar's headstone. “I thought we were visiting mom?” Ivy interjected. “We are, Ivy. Your mommy is right here, she's in the ground beneath us,” I whispered softly with light tears streaming down my face. Then I looked at the ground, “I love you, Skylar.”