I have had many a thought. I love the woman I’m with. I love her more than anything in the world. But every other night it seems you pop into my head. All the memories we made. I was young then. Naive. But to this day, you’re still the beauty I remember. You’re a mother now, in Texas, and with another. And every time you message me I reply but do not get the same. You give me tastes of you and news from your life. But you do not want mine. It might be that you talked to be today and told me you wish the child were mine or perhaps that it’s 3 in the morning, I’m sleep deprived, and about to head into my tenth 8 hour shift in a row but however you spin it, I wonder what had happened had I taken your virginity and you taken mine? Or if I had still stayed in contact with you? Or if you still lived in Prosser… it matters not. And you will never see this but then again I’m writing this more for me so with that said I wish you all the best in motherhood. And should you message me or call me or contact me in any way, I shall reply. I’m weak like that.