I still think about you. Like, daily. I don’t want to get back together, I think it’s better this way. But I valued our relationship. I was closer with you than I’ve ever been with any other person. Having the feeling of having someone always there for you just disappear overnight is a strange thing. I wish you well. And I wish I would stop thinking of you so often. You might be right, your eyes are more blue. They were just green the first time I really looked at them, which is why I always said that they were.