It’s been two years, but everyday I think of you. I feel pathetic, but I know we would have gone the distance. Til this day I can’t figure out what went wrong. We haven’t spoken about that day since it happened, but there are so many questions I still have. I’m missing you so bad that I can’t stand to be around other men. I want to write you, but I have no idea what to say and I fear you won’t respond.