It’s been over six years. I have a wife, two dogs, and house. But I still think about you every day. I wonder if I should have followed you when you left or tried harder to get you to stay. I wonder if I missed out on the person I was supposed to be with. I wonder if you still think of me, I wonder if you have the same doubts. Our years together were the happiest of my life. And it shames me to say it, but if there was a chance for you and I, I just might walk away from all of this. I wonder if I had realized how much stress I put you through with my obsessions, If things would have turned out differently. I wonder if it would matter that better now, and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through. I wonder if you’ll ever reach out. I wonder what you’re doing, but it’s too painful to look. I wonder if our story is over, and I wonder if I want it to be.