Somewhere in a classroom in parkland Florida, are love notes 4 years untouched written in 4th period creative writing class. Probably soaked in the color red- color of anger, color of love. Letters addressed to a young girl who will never read them. Because they are evidence, because they more than likely were ruined during fourth period in a rain of gunfire and blood. Her hands will probably never hold the words that were meant to be handed to her, and more than likely will be demolished with the building.
Somewhere in a 1200 building, a first love ended. Who knows if it would've continued past another month, another year, but that has been stolen from a young boy and girl. First loves usually end, but typically by choice, with closure, without unanswered questions. Today, now a young woman, she will always wonder what if she still had her 'soulmate'.