you know, i don't think i'll ever get over you. maybe things are better now. you insist so. i guess i don't have a choice but to believe so. it's been years, and you've found your own special people, and we're still good friends, after all. but i still wonder what our world would be like had i not left you alone so suddenly, so impulsively. would we be right in that world? could we be right in any world? even when i don't have the fireworks, i'm thinking of you. and i guess right now i'm just happy that you're happy. that's enough, isn't it? so i say it to the wind and hope she carries it to you: i love you and i miss you.