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Dear Mich,

Constantly reminiscing won't do you any good.

Look forward.

Leave the Past behind.

Forget how it had been, how close You had come, how things should have been.

Life is not perfect.

We don't get what we wish for.

Forget that much laughter was shared, how Your eyes had twinkled and the awkward silences that punctuated hesistation.

Mich, listen to Me.

He's not the one whom You'd spend the rest of Your life with. If He'd wanted to, He'd have done something tangible a long time ago. He wouldn't have strung You along with nifty surprises and honeyed words. He wouldn't have watched You walk down the aisle with nary a word. He would have told You.

How long are You going to wait for that Someone to whisk You away from Your current life to integrate with His?

Isn't five years sufficient to encapsulate the writing on the wall?

Mich, Oh Mich.

May You awake to a day when Your mind is no longer filled with Ifs.