I wish I would have met you later in life. We really messed things up the first time around; we probably shouldn’t have even been together that year, but we gave it a shot. Now, though, it’s three years later, and I’m not sure what we’re doing. Hanging out, hooking up, whatever this is. It’s not exactly ideal, and yet, every time you text me, I find myself with you again. We’re never going to be together the way I want us to, though…the way were used to be. Maybe if we wouldn’t have screwed things up the first time, things could work for us now. Maybe if I didn’t meet you until now, we could have been together. Do you think that if we had met later in life, things could have worked out for us? I like to think we would have been better off that way. Who knows, maybe there’s still a chance for us now…or maybe we already lost it. A part of me is always going to hold on to that small hope that there’s another chance for us, even if deep down I know I’m never getting that second chance.