I mean, why am I thinking about it? What in the world prompted me to think about it? And I hate thinking that there could be some underlying message, something that I've been denying for the past couple of years or maybe refuse to admit because it's not what my head wants me to do. But at the same time, what if I let this opportunity pass? What if it's too late? I'm sure its too late. We haven't brought the topic up in so long. And I know these thoughts will plague me for the next couple of days. And I'll see you again, and it'll happen all over again. Maybe I did like you. And maybe it should have turned into love. And maybe we would have gotten married and had those kids you used to talk about. But the keyword is maybe. And it's over and done with. And we've missed that window a long time ago. And we can't go back into time or find another window. Or maybe we're supposed to grow up and find who we are and figure out what we want, who we want and find ourselves. But I know I love him. With all my heart. And I would never do anything to hurt him. And I want that future for me and him. I'm in love with him. He's my forever. But now I'm stuck thinking about what could have happened. And I hate that feeling.