I wish I didn’t think about you anymore. I wish I didn’t have to worry about bumping into you around town. It’s unnerving to know you live less then a mile away. I also wish that I secretly did bump into you around town. My life’s moved on. I’ve got a husband, and a baby girl. I’m in love and happy, most days. But you still linger in a dark corner of my mind. You and I have a unique bond. Have you ever told anyone, talked to anyone about how he died? What we did? How long did you blame yourself? It took me ages to not blame myself. He took his life as a direct reaction to what we did. But I still don’t regret it, I still don’t feel guilty. I wish we didn’t let that night drift us apart. I hope you were able to let it go. You know I loved you. I also know you never loved me. That’s ok. But that’s still harder to accept then knowing someone’s life is over because of what we did. I’m sorry I was such a , in your words, “complication”.