I miss you a lot. Probably will miss you for a long time. But I can’t do this forever. People have overcome way worse. I need to be a little tougher than this. I‘ve eliminated almost everything that is connected to you and there’s only three things left. If it was meant to be, it would have been. It wasn’t. It isn’t. And it most likely won’t. I need to accept that I will never get to experience that full blown confession and sigh of relief I’ve always imagined. The opportunity just isn’t there. Especially, now. The conditions were just never good and I‘ve only drifted further away. So far that I sometimes question if it was real or imagined. Is my memory lying to me? I’m starting to forget things. I’ve only got a handful of moments to hold onto. It’s not enough. It’s all going away and I need to go, too.