The first day I saw you, we talked about apples. Regular apples. The ones that grow in your grandmas backyard. Since then I’ve learned how you like your apples; Preferably in juice form, but if not, then green apples are the way to go. Every store visit, I buy you an apple. Not because you asked, but because I know you will want it. And even after our story faded, I buy apples. Green apples. Just like the ones in your grandmas backyard. I never got to taste those, but with you gone, no more fruits exist. I’ll love you until every green apple vanishes from earth.