Sometimes I wonder how things would turn out if you were still here. Would I have been happier? The thought of you just won’t let go, the thought of us happening just won’t let go. I couldn’t. It’s been three years and I’m still counting more years, it’s funny that I’m still waiting for you to greet me on my birthday. I never stopped counting. Because the last time you greeted me on that special day, everything was where I wished it would be; it was perfect. What if I was wondering for no reason at all? What if I was reminiscing for something that never really happened? What if all of these just didn’t make sense? I’ll never know. And I’ll always want to know. But you wouldn’t let me.