I remember craving this. One last chance to see her - to be in her presence. If only to have it formally ended. Yes, we'd texted. Yes, before that, there was a phone conversation.

But I WANTED more, dammit. To say some things, to hear some things - to revisit. Maybe, in my presence once more, she'd get that "feeling" again - and we could try - one more time. It didn't happen. It hurt. And I'm glad. Everything she needed to say was said in a simple text. It took me about two years for that to sink in.