by Anonymous There's a moment I still keep with me. It's fragile and delicate. It's close to twenty years old now and still doesn't drive, but that's perfectly fine with me. I don't know how much of the moment is a memory or how much has been filled in an d switched out over the years. For example, I can still feel the shingles under our hands and the warmth upon them radiating into us from where we sat. I remember trying to lean in to each other to take a picture of the sun for some reason. We didn't say much. We didn't know how to say it. We still don't. We've tried. At times I get frustrated that the moment wasn't anything more, like if we said or did something different, a whole different collection of decades would have occurred. That's probably true too. Still, I'm incredibly thankful for all and everything that was in that moment. Those are the times I try to hold on to. I've been thinking about wishes lately, and I'm getting stumped. I don't know what I would wish for right now. For so much, and for so little. Moments come and go. I've been holding on to what could have been for too long. I think its had its time. It was never really my moment anyway. None of us are who we were any more. Take that one to whatever depth you're comfortable with. We don't know each other any more. I love you. I love everything that was and how it happened. I love the decades that collected between that moment and now. I'm sorry for my part in the pain and confusion and heartbreak. Thank you for everything, honest. This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know, goodbye. ...read more read less