I know that wishing we had met earlier is fruitless. I know that even if we had met before Her, I would still be hung up on Him and we’d essentially be in the same situation.

I guess the main thing I want to say is this: I can never be her. We are two different women, with different personalities and different experiences and different families. I will never be as pretty as she is, and she will never be as compassionate as I am. Different. But the biggest difference is this: she left. I’m here. She didn’t have time for you. I do. She drifts further and further away from you every day, and I am doing all I can to get closer.

Maybe I’m just chasing my tail, and you’ll never get over her. Maybe the two of you are meant to be together and someday, someday she’ll come around.

Or maybe it’s her turn to be the Girl Before.

I could love you, if you’d let me.