it's time to let go, katelyn.

  Really, though, what did she have to lose, doing this one last little thing? She grabbed her favourite pen and sat down on her beloved beanbag chair.
  'Dear Zachary,' she wrote slowly. Even remembering the sound of his name said aloud was difficult. 'I just wanted you to know that you're the only person I've ever trusted. Our bad times were heavily outweighed by the good, leaving you in my heart forever.'
  Katelyn sighed. There was too much to say and not enough words to describe it. As a tear rolled silently down, she started writing again:
  'I also want you to know that I miss you. It's been four months and sixteen days since the last time I knew where you were. Well, I know where you are now, but it's not exactly something I want to think about. I do keep track. I will until one year comes around, then maybe I'll just lose track on accident. You wouldn't want me to keep pining; I know that. Remember those times you pushed me on the swings out back? Remember that time you accidently pushed me off?' She laughed. 'I do. I still have the scar from the stitches.'
  Another deep breath filled her lungs as she heard a knock resounding on her bedroom door.
  "Katie, it's time to go."
  "Coming, Ma."
  'I miss you, Zac. Remember that always, wherever you are. Love you always, Katie.'
  Signing her name, she stumbled out of her room and down the stairs to her mother. The woman had a sad, worn look on her wrinkled face.
  "What day is it?" She asked her forlorn daughter.
  Correctly interpreting the question, Katie said, "It's been four months and sixteen days, Momma."
  With that, the two girls sat at the kitchen table holding each other and sheding tears for the boy.