"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew."

Dear nobody in particular,

It's been
almost 7 years,
almost 84 months,
almost 30,660 days,
almost 735,840 hours,
almost 44,150,400 minutes,
almost 2,649,024,000 seconds.

I think about her at least twice a year.
Sometimes more.

Before, I wondered if she was
out on the street somewhere.
doing well for herself.
safe.

After
almost 7 years,
almost 84 months,
almost 30,660 days,
almost 735,840 hours,
almost 44,150,400 minutes,
almost 2,649,024,000 seconds
of nothing, I saw her.

She was okay.

Despite
almost 7 years,
almost 84 months,
almost 30,660 days,
almost 735,840 hours,
almost 44,150,400 minutes,
almost 2,649,024,000 seconds,
I still knew who she was
And she knew who I was
...although none of us would admit to it.

When she was happy, her eyes would sparkle.
When she saw me, her eyes sparkled.

When she was younger, I taught her to treat people well.
When I saw her, she was treating people well.

When we were together, there was electricity between us.
When I saw her, there was electricity between us.

The feelings are still there, because they never ended.

There was no
violent fight
intense argument
"let's just be friends"
animosity.

We just drifted.

Our relationship had no official end.
In fact, it never really ended.

And it seems that the feelings never ended either, for both of us.

I used to think about her and wonder where she was.
And now I know.

I missed her.

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