I am at work – a job I love – with my wife and children waiting for me when I get home. My house is amazing. I have plenty of disposable income. I am relatively young for the amount of success I’ve achieved.

And I am so unhappy that I don’t want to get out of bed some mornings. I feel like everything I do, I am just going through the motions. It’s all meaningless now.

What I really want is to go back to high school and ask out my crush, and show her the kind of life she could have had with me. I’ve looked at her facebook profile. She’s divorced and raising three children by herself, living in a trailer, and working as a waitress. Part of me wants to call her and rub it in her face that she chose the wrong guy. Part of me wants to pull up in my Landrover and whisk her and her children away to a better life.

I haven’t spoken to this women in 16 years. I thought I would be over it by now. But I am not. The ease of finding people online isn’t helping me.