I used to love to tell the story of how we got together. Of how I met her when I was a college freshman and she was still in high school and that I knew even then that she was the one and we ended up together six years later and have never been apart for more than a few days.
I can’t tell that story any more. It was a great story, though, and I do not regret a minute of being there for it even though it fell apart in the end. It was a great ride and I will always miss her.
My 1999 self was not wrong for thinking we would end up together, it was my 2011 self that fucked up by not making it happen.