I looked at a calender today. It’s been 2.5 years since we last held each other and let it mean something. This is a thought bigger than myself, bigger than I can fathom. I also noticed that I’m slowly forgetting the litle things that made it all okay. The way you’re hair looked, the way I felt when I spotted you across the room. Don’t take this the wrong way, I’m happy now. But, Sometimes, I notice how nothing feels quite the way it felt with you. When we talk, I still feel the urge to explode my life into you, tell you everything that has been bothering me for the last 2 years…but…I don’t think you would like that. It was always me who walked away, but trust me, it was only because I was never good enough for you. Just don’t forget that the love that we had was immense, and immeasurable. Something that doesn’t happen very often.