As I stand here looking out at all of the beauty before me, I cannot help but think of the last time I was here. My mind goes back to when I was here almost four years ago with a man I was very much in love with. It is a strange mixture of joy and sadness that passes through me. I remember laughing with you. I remember how your smile warmed my heart. I remember the silly things you used to say to me. I remember the way it felt when you touched my hand. I can still to this day feel the spark going through me until I end up with a huge smile on my face. I was truly in love.
And now here I stand without you. I stand alone in the same spot where we both stood together while barely being able to stand two steps apart. That love still rings true in my heart, but now sorrow follows. The most devastating part is that you would have done anything for me, but in my youth, I threw it away. The idea of "the right person at the wrong time" does not bring me any comfort. If anything, I think it would have been easier if you were the wrong person. Had I met you now, I know things would have been different. I know that I would never have gone back to Canada. I know that I would have done anything to be with you. But now, almost three years since telling you how much I wanted to be with you, we speak for the first time in years. I want to tell you that I miss you and that I love you but I know that it is too late now. So I just wish you well instead, and hope to one day meet again.