Dear, I cannot find myself listening to that song because you told me about it first. I avoid it, giving my attention to something else before my emotions catch on with my awareness. The reminders of you, love, are everywhere. They are the colorful post-it notes someone left for future reference, and I always wonder if that's me. I wonder if I met you because somehow someone told me to. Maybe not in the now, but out there in the timeless universe. I don't fall often, but when I do, my thoughts take a mere second to spring back to you. It makes me wonder if I ever stopped thinking of you in the first place. You're there, and you are in every person I see. I don't miss you, and I wouldn't want to go back and repeat life just to meet you. I would avoid you, and maybe because it hurts more now than it was worth. I like to believe that people show who they really are. That when sadness resides in their hearts, they would reveal it to the world. That their kindness is painted into their actions and that words aren't just tossed meaninglessly. I like to believe that everything is as it is, and that no secrets are hidden behind those lifeless faces. When we dreamt of forever, I'd hope it held meaning. When you acted based on love, I hope it was you. - Forever.