"When you realize your mistake, you'll know where to find me." Here he left me thinking and here he left altogether. I never saw him again. It would be years before I knew my mistake and years before I gave up the hunt for the man who I lived through, broke and lost.
Maybe he knew I would never find him. Maybe he knew I would live with regret for the rest of my long days. But I keep on now. I live my life.
