Just Cassie and I, sitting on the large granite steps of the city's library, reciting poetry in fake accents and recounting the woes of our unrequited loves.

  Just Cassie and I, wishing there was more to life than warm Summer days and standoffish boys.

   Just Cassie and I, eating ice-cream, riding our bikes down to the creek, crying over sappy love stories.

   Not once did we realize how different we were, how quickly everything could change.
  
For that Summer was the last, the Autumn dividing us with school, and work, and we realized only then that paradise can never last forever.

   Sometimes I still sit, by myself, on those large granite steps, reading the November day away and wishing things could have stayed the same.

   I would never know, she did the same.