Maybe you were just like me, both wanting to have something to hold on to, someone to love. maybe you wrote that poem that keeps replaying in my head because you thought you loved me like i thought i loved you. Why can't i remember the whole poem, was it really to me? I can't remember if i doubted you or if i doubt you now. I want to hold you, you said, like the sunlit crescent holds the moon and i threw that away and deleted your emails and i threw away everything that i wrote about you because i thought you were out of my head forever. Maybe i was too young or too needy, maybe i tried too hard to get you to understand. the horrible thing about it is that i don't hold you responsible in fact i think fondly about you all the time. I miss what you were to me and i miss how connected i was to you but i know it will never come back and someday i'll get over it, i'm sure.