It's hard to believe that it has been a year since the girl I hated, but secretly loved, died in a car crash. Just thinking about her brings tears to my light blue eyes. No one could no that I, Josh Williams, loved her, Stephanie Crawford. I would lose all my reputation. So I tortured her and her friends. Tears start running down my face while I think about all the mean things I did to and called her. My bedroom door opens to reveal my mother, Danielle Williams. "You still thinking about her.", she says with sympathy in her light blue eyes that look just like mine. Without another word, she pulls me into her arms and I start sobbing saying, "I never got to tell her". "I know you didn't sweetheart. Go to her grave and tell her. She just might be listening.", she says, running her hand through my light brown hair that looks just like my dead father's. He died when I was four years old the exact same way Stephanie died. I am sixteen now and I still hear my mother crying for him every once in a while. "Maybe you're right, mom. Maybe it will at least make me feel better.", I say, wiping away my tears. I have never been to her grave and I never went to her funeral. It caused me too much pain, and it would've raised questions if I did. I may have never been to her grave, but I know where she's buried. I grab my keys and walk out the door to my truck. Since it is a Sunday, I don't have to worry about school. I stop by the local flower shop and buy a single red rose. She always did like romance movies. Then again, she loved horror movies more. I finally make it to my destination, Duck Creek Cemetary. I search all the tombstones until I come across the one I'm looking for. I put the one red rose on top of her tombstone and look at it more closely. 'Stephanie Michelle Crawford October 23, 1995-August 19, 2010. Don't let someone's death keep you in the past; let the person's memory lead you to the future.', I read, tears falling fast down my face. From what I heard when she was talking to her best friend, Becca Jackson, she loved to collect quotes like this one. I can't believe she died not knowing that I love her. As soon as I think that, I completely break down. "I am so sorry I never treated you better.", I try to say between gasps and sobs, tears pouring down my face. "I didn't mean it, any of it. I only acted the way I did because I love you, and I was afraid of my own feelings. When I stopped being afraid of it all, including what everyone else would say, was the day you died. I am so sorry.", I say, calming down slightly and bowing my head toward the end, tears still falling down my face and onto my shirt. I just look at her tombstone, silently praying for a sign that she heard me, wherever she is now. Just then, the wind picks up and I hear a whisper in the wind. "I have always loved you, but now it is time to let me go. It's time to stop living in the past, Josh. Let me go.", it says with what sound like Stephanie's voice. I am completely shocked. I never expected to actually recieve a response. What if she's right? What if it is time to stop living in the past? "Don't let someone's death keep you in the past; let the person's memory lead you to the future.", I read out loud. Maybe it is time to let her go. I don't know, but I wil try because I truly believe that she spoke to me just then, and I will do anything for her. Because that's how it should be, for her.