I think I messed up two years ago when we met. We flirted, you talked to me, these were glances and giggles. But I was in denial that anyone could ever like me the way I was. I messed up because now I realize that you were everything I could have hoped for. I’m still looking for little bits of you in everyone I meet. If life brings us together again I have the perfect words for everything we could have been and everything we might still be.