I'm not the same person anymore. I grew wings and I can fly. I'm no longer the high school girl that lived in Canada. I'm no longer unable to protect something I care for. But is it too late? Because all I hope for now is that I've left some type of impact on your heart, maybe just a tenth of the dent that you've left in mine. I hope that when you see the wildflowers on the road, when you see pebbles in the park, when you listen to that one song, you be reminded of me. Michelle, that