INTRO

My parents watched us as we grew, as I watched her.

I was bound to this girl starting 12 years ago at age 5. There was always love, and there was none other like it. She made me smile, and laugh. She understood me, and there was never a time where she wasn't perfect.

It took her a while to get used to some things around the house. She didn't really know how the refrigerator worked, and cooking was completely out of the sorts. My mother taught her how, and eventually over the years she was used to living with us.

Her name was all mine.

I gave her the name, and helped her become who she was.

Every time I said it, it would ring off my tongue.

Ponyo. Ponyo. Ponyo.

I knew I loved her, but I wasn't sure what love was going to be like. Love seemed so much easier than it was, and Ponyo had no idea what it even represented. There was no way I didn't love her. But what I didn't know is how hard it would be to keep it that way.