It started with a look I suppose... One look. I saw Rae and something in me snapped. I knew she was the one for me. Later I found out she felt the same way. It was the summer before I became a Sophomore. I was at the theatre day-camp that the director (which was her mother) had two weeks before school started. I didn't really know much about theatre, and I was nervous. But when I saw her, I knew everything would be ok. She always had that effect on me, she could make me feel ok whenever I was scared, or nervous, or sad.
Then came the "Playful Best Friend" Phase. It was no act, it wasn't me trying to get closer by being a friend. We truly were best friends. We told each other some of our deepest fears and desires, and trusted each other with almost everything. We knew how to make each other laugh, and how to help with our pain.
By this time, she knew my feelings (I never hid that I wanted to be together from the start), but she wasn't ready for it (Later, she eventually told me that she realized that it would be all or nothing with me, and it scared her). So I kept her close, and kept pushing, but let her keep her wall up. I was pretty sure by now that she felt the same, so I had patience. I stayed silly, and we were happy for a time like this. Then she finally said yes...
The love we had will never be duplicated or matched. It was Perfect and beautiful. I'm still amazed by how two broken creatures such as us could have something so perfect. But great things never last.
R.I.P Frankie Rae Baker
I have and always will love you
You will be missed
