I wonder if you have any fond memories of me, or if they’re all tainted with sorrow. I often wonder if you feel the same uncontrollable yearning I do, and bury it. Probably not. I wonder if you ever curse the horrible timing we had. Imagine if we met at a more oppurtune time? If only. I’ve learned recently that these intrusive thoughts and magical thinking are self-defeating and limiting, but I must still observe them time and time again before I consiously dismiss them. It never stops. I’m just getting better at dealing with it. I truly hope one day I can begin to make it up to you, but I’m not holding my breath anymore.