what_we_used_to_almost_have Bespeckled I miss it. I don't know if I would go back and change it and grab for it again. I don't know. But I miss it. I miss the closeness. I miss the friendship. I knew then that falling in love with you would risk all that we had. I was right. But I wouldn't take it back. I value the memories. I don't even know how you think of me anymore. (I don't think you even do.) But I do wonder sometimes. Am I even alive to you anymore? 081211 what's it to you? who go blather from