Dear Monique, Remember the milk duds and Hershey cakes, remember the x rated ad libs and synonyms. I do. Remember the pain in your face the first time I told you I hated you. I do. The way I made fun of you, just like the losers that wish for something better in life than their low life ways and lonely pain. I do. Remember the time we made up and do you remember Him? You introduced me to my first nightmare, but I thought I loved Him, and you supported me, and was there for me all the times I cried out for him. I do. Remember the start of hell? How you floated around like it was heaven and you were Gods wife? I do. You turned on me when those same losers decided it was my turn to be made the pick of the day, or year as you can say. I do. Don’t worry though, I forgave you and that summer we were friends. Remember the way you instantly changed and were superior to me. I do. I followed you though, remember, you related to me so well, but your intelligence was a little sideways, but you were remarkably beautiful like me. I do. Remember the first time after that summer in the hall I said hi and you stared at me like I was the green fungus on the walls of hell? I do. And I remember when hell was over, and I hugged you at the end of the year, I burst out crying, 'cos I was flooded with these sorrowed memories. I do. Do you remember when high school started? You ignored me then, even when you promised it would be different. I do. I never matched up to your friends anyway right? They are too moronic for my conversations and look at me in stupor.. Remember today as you sat right next to me our presences and auras went haywire for a meeting, one that you didn’t give. I do. And I know you do too. I felt it........ But goodbye Monique you aren’t worth remembering.