I think about you. I wonder what would have happened if I simply followed your lead and suppressed my frustration. I always think we didn’t get a chance to share the things I love. I keep thinking I didn’t get a chance to show you the parts of me that matter. I’m still not sure why or how we could be intimate without really knowing the things that mattered about each other. I want to know if you think of me. I would love to hear from you. I’m hoping that I will one day.