I, honestly, am so screwed.
Today I was driving by, when I saw someone resembling you. I really would like to believe it wasn’t you, because, otherwise, it would be unbearably hard trying to forgive myself for not pulling over to see your face once again, after direly long 18 month. I wouldn’t have said much, or anything for that matter. I was going to be content by just smiling and maybe just wishing you a good day. My smile and look will tell it all, so sufficiently that words would be a waste of time dedicated to peacefully contemplating your soul.
