After a week in Canada....

To say that I miss you wouldn't be quite right. I miss the you that doesn't exist for me any more. The you that has been gone for years. I miss the you that I first met and fell for. I miss talking to her, laughing with her, being stupid and silly and comfortable and close to her. I wish there were a way to pick up a phone or open an e-mail and get in touch with that girl, but there isn't.

She has been gone for about 2 years now. And to her: I miss you, a lot. I think I will always love you, even if you are only a memory.