More than a year later, I still think about you often. I still think about that fateful day. The day when everything went wrong. Not just our relationship, but my whole life. That is the exact day the line graph of my life started pointing downwards. I still think about what I could have, and wish I had, done differently. I still think about how different life would be. How much better it would be.
I don't know if you still think of me. I don't know if I ever cross your mind anymore. It seems you're doing well; you're happy. And I'm glad for you.