We could've been something. We could've, I think, been everything. I've rarely looked at anyone in the way I looked at you, back then.

It was, I'm sure you'll agree, a case of the "right person, wrong time" cliché. We never dated properly, not really. But sometimes, if I pretended to shut my eyes and then opened them slightly, it looked as though you were staring at me in the same way I stared at you.

Usually, in relationships, it's easy for me. I settle into something, it lasts for a while, and then I lose interest or circumstance dictates it's smart to let sleeping dogs lie. I move on fast. I don't hold onto romantic attachments, you know this, you knew this. I think you also knew I was...well, frankly, a little crazy for you.

I'm happy with how things have turned out. I know you're happy, wherever you are right now. I'm making really great progress now that I've graduated, I'll be moving into my own place soon and taking my new (beautiful) bike with me. I don't think of you often, but I do think of you fondly - I think, if you'd asked at the time, I would've found a way to hang the moon in your bedroom, to bottle starlight, to turn love herself into the written word, to revive the muses so they'd put on a performance just for you...etc, etc.

I think I just want you to know that I am very charmed by who we were, and equally charmed by who we've turned into. We could've been something, but we're not, and we won't be. And there's something nice about that, honestly.

Take care.