I think the most painful thing is knowing that we may never see each other again.  That your lips will forget my name, that I will become just a fraction of your memory.  And you’ll fade from me too.  One day, I will realize that you were simply a step in the right direction, the beginning of a path leading to my destination.  But why, why did it have to be this way.  Why did you have to leave.  Now when I hear your name all I can think about is the life we could’ve built together.  How we could’ve grown up and grown old together.  All those things we swore we’d do.  That we’d travel the world, see places that previously existed only in our dreams.  We’d move somewhere, somewhere far away.  To a huge city with bright lights and fascinating people or to a tiny cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere, it didn’t matter as long as we were together.  These things.  They never happened.  And now you are gone for good and I have never felt so alone.  I keep telling myself that one day, I’ll see you again.  Time will bring us together as it split us apart.  We’ll pass each other on the crowded sidewalk while we walk to work, each groggy eyes with a cup of coffee in our hands.  And then it will be like nothing ever happened.  We’d go back to how it was when we were in high school, when we were so young and naive and in love.  I’ll catch you up on all the things I’ve accomplished while you’re gone and I’ll rebuild my home in your heart.  All this false hope is what has kept me going these past weeks.  I haven’t been able to bring myself to face the truth until now.  The truth is, you will move on.  Maybe you already have.  You’ll move on, and I should too.  But I can’t.  I can’t.  Get over.  You.