It occurred to me around two years ago that I was never going to get any closure from our “relationship”. I tried so hard to make you happy and show you that I cared, but you only seemed to have any real interest in me when I had given up and decided to move on. Why is that? Did you ever regret the way you handled things? I still think of you from time to time, and now carry a strange fear of crossing paths. You have probably moved since we lost touch, but last year I moved into your old neighborhood. Sometimes, I almost expect to see you come around the corner in your suit on your bike.
—Girl who loved you