He traveled and he met ladies all the time.They screamed when he approched them.Lately,he wished things would have been diffrent.A car horn made his head snap up.Tears fell down his checks and he was glad it was dark outside.He could just see the headlines;A.J. McLean,Backstreet Boy.21 and crying like a baby.But,he missed her so much.That vow,he made the day she died cursed his heart.He needed to love again.Needed to....she'd want him to.

Visions of Jessica filled his mind.He missed her.He would always loved her.Why'd you have to leave me,baby?Sometimes it seemed like she was the only girl that would ever come to terms with his absence...his touring.

Stepping onto the sidewalk and out of the street he entered the park.Bodygaurdless and alone he somehow managed to ditch the others to think.He knew they were worried about him...he was worried about himself.

Sitting down,under the darkest corner under a tree he watched the evening walkers.An older couple acting like love-sick teenagers and a young couple acting like lovers never going to part.They both reminded AJ of himself and Jessica,when she was alive.

Again,Jessica filled his mind and AJ wondered if he'd ever be able to love someone again.Or to maybe,feel his heart.A rustle of the wind made AJ feel as though it was a sign from her...telling him it was okay to move on.

"I can't...i've made a promise.Baby.I miss you."He whispered.

the wind rustled again.

He sighed,and then he heard it as though someone was speaking to him.A simple whisper,yet it meant so much."I love you."and then the voice was gone,leaving AJ alone once again.

"Excuse me."the voice startled him."I'm sorry if this is a bad time.But,can I have your autograph?"

He smiled and took her outstreached paper,"Sure,whats your name?"

"Jessica."