No matter how many times you disappear... no matter how many months we go with out talking... I always miss you. I am always able to move on and forget about how much you meant to me, but the moment you come back everything always falls apart again. How can I feel so strongly for someone I have never met. It doesn't make sense. You will always be my ghost... we had our moment where things could have been. I wish I would have pursued them with more intensity. I wish I would have bought the plane ticket... just to see how things could have turned out... instead of always wondering what might have been. I still think that maybe in the future... maybe someday our worlds will collide again.