Good evening.

It was nearly ten years ago when I first met Cassandra, and it was nearly ten years ago when I fell in love with her. I was her first love, and she was mine. I know that being just at the tender age of 13, you could question if we were really in love. But we didn't care what others thought, we knew it in our hearts. Many of you do not know me as we kept our love to ourselves. She would use to tell me that it was our little secret and I loved the idea of being kept away from others and belonging only to her.

I still remember how we met. Even though we were from different schools, our seniors were performing in a play together, Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, and she came to my school to catch the performance. We were sitting on the same row and during the intermission, she had to use the toilet. I remember hearing a quiet voice asking for people's forgiveness as she slowly inched from her seat towards the aisle. But most of all, I remember the pure terror and shock in her face when she tripped and landed on my lap. She sat on my lap for at least 10 seconds staring at me before springing to her feet and scampering off on her journey towards the toilet. Amidst my friends laughter, I felt compelled to know her better and when she made her way back, I asked her if she would like to join me for supper after the play. I saw that exact same expression she had on her face when she landed on my lap, but it broke into a smile and with that famous twinkle in her eye, she agreed.

In the 3 and a half odd years I spent with Cassie, I learnt so much from her. We spent hours after school at ice-cream parlours, cafes or fast food joints talking about the world around us. She had this zest and passion for life that was so overwhelming and contagious, but most importantly of all, she was never afraid to back down from an argument, or to try something new. She had a passion for the arts that rivaled my own, and we spent lots of time arguing over a wide variety of topics, such as which was the most boring of Shakespeare's play or if Michael Jackson truly had a skin disorder. There was never a dull moment around her. We grew into maturity together and would discuss our goals and dreams. I felt truly safe and happy with her.

A few days after celebrating her 16th birthday in October, Cassie left me. Suffice to say my life spiraled downhill from there. I did many crazy things and it took me years to accept the fact that she was no longer in my life. Yet I could never hate her, I just had to learn how to stop loving her. She's really one hell of a marvelous person, which I'm sure many of you can attest to.

Around 6 years have gone by since I last saw her, yet when I close my eyes, I can still remember her face, her smile, I can hear her laugh and feel her touch. She has forever made an impression on my life, she was my inspiration and I am who I am today because of her.

Goodbye Cassie, thank you for showing me the world.

Thank you all for your time.