In another universe, we never lost touch, and I'm still bringing you flowers at work. But today, I missed you. Tomorrow, I will miss you a little less, and every day thereafter, until I have forgotten the little details that make up you. But I will never forget the way you held my hand. I know that there's a lot more going on inside your head than you tell people, and I wish I could've provided you an escape. But to be honest, we're complete strangers. And maybe that's how we were always meant to be.
