I miss you. And I know I might always have to. But I've learned first hand there's no one like you. You were my first and maybe you're suppost to be my last. Every time I run into you and we talk about life it gives me hope. Maybe one day we can try again when you're totally free to really consider it. Let me know if your new place ever becomes a bachelor and we can find out if it was just bad timing. —your I.P.