I don’t know why I still think about you. I know we only talked for a few weeks and it was so long ago. I just miss being happy and I remember always being happy with you. You were fun and I was young. I know you didn’t feel anything real for me and that’s okay. I always knew that you were in love with her. Shes perfect for you. You’re perfect for her. I really am happy for you. Sometimes I just can’t help but wonder if, under different circumstances, we could’ve been something awesome.