I'd almost prefer that I never met you. Then I wouldn't have to worry about what I wish I could have done, should have done, would have done. Because if I'm honest about it all--It was always about you. And that's just how I have always been. I always think too much. I say too much. I give too much. My mind, heart and complete being moves too fast for my own good. When you're with me, I will ruin you. You will forever wonder if I am thinking of you too. And I will. I have. So until the aches of this emptiness is filled by the next person who lets my heart leap at the sound of a simple "hello," I will be here. I'm thinking of you.