It’s now been about a year now, but it seems like much longer. You still live in my head. It’s constant. I don’t know how else to explain it, you’re just always there. I’ve never met anyone like you. Ever. You interest me. I always want to know what s on your mind… what you would think of a movie or a bottle of wine… what you think in general? I’ve done my best to respect your desire to uncomplicate your life and in turn you have done the same. In a way it’s probably easier, but at the end of the day it just makes things worse. As hard as this has been I still feel like we met on purpose. Everything reminds me of you. The brisk air this time of year takes me right back to where we began and it makes me sad.