I miss the good times. I drove down M today and thought of when I lived over there and things between you and I just started. I think about sitting on the screened in porch with you. One memory leads to another and it’s always the good ones. I don’t think about the bad times. I try to remind myself of that when I can’t stop the memories and the pain that still exists. I wish things could have been different. I told my son today, that’s where I used to live when I was dating the love of my life. He said you’re not married to the love of your life and I replied no. It doesn’t always work out that way. You don’t always end up with the love of your life. Maybe someday our paths will cross again. Until then…… I love you and I let you go…..