Stacy K. She's the best girl I've known. So sweet and kind, so beautiful. I miss her so much. To kiss her, to hold her, brought me peace. I may never see her again. That makes me sad. Songs and sentiments remind me of her. It is surprising to me that I can think on my memories of her with such fondness, rather than feeling more of the pain of loss. Usually I'd want to forget. Now I'm afraid of that. This world is cruel.