Dear... Irec
I still think about you.
I still wonder what would have happened if you were less selfish and wanted to share a life with me.
For over a decade we were like these ships passing in the night and then all of a sudden there was a moment, a chance. But you didn’t take it, and I didn’t push.
It’s been years. We talked less and less until we just stopped. You stopped wishing me a happy birthday and every time yours pops up on my calendar I think of you and am too proud to send a message. This is the normal now but a part of me still feels connected to you.
We are on two different paths now, but I still think about it and wonder and sometimes, I wish.