For a short time in my life, he was everything to me.Īt thirteen years old, I was a tomboy living with my parents in a converted garage on Landon’s parents’ property in Dearborn, Michigan.

My name is pronounced RAH-na, so Landon used to call me RAH-na Ba-NAH-na. After unzipping the black, canvas backpack, I dug inside, sifting through the dozens of notes he’d given me. I forced myself up and stumbled over to my closet. I had no clue why after thirteen years, I was still thinking about that boy. Whenever I would sink into this place of melancholy, for some reason, my thoughts would always wander to Landon. But this day had hit me particularly hard. It wasn’t the first time I’d come home from work and immediately opened a bottle of vino. It slipped out of my hand but thankfully didn’t break. The bottle of Shiraz that I was still holding was now empty. I hadn’t even waited to get out of my work clothes before opening that wine. Still dressed in my royal blue and gold belly dancer outfit, I looked down at the beaded tassels scattered around me. The room spun as I plopped down on my bed.

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