We shared a lot of great memories overtime.
We’d travel together. We’d hit up tourist spots and discover new attractions. We’d eat out and try new restaurants. We’d go to the movies just about every week. She enjoyed that just as much as I did.
We’d laugh about people we knew or things at work. And I remember ... I remember she’d always listen to me about my dreams and goals in life. She’d even give feedback and offer opinions about different angles to achieving them.
She knew I was positive, responsible, caring, knowledgeable, open minded, and adventurous. Hell, she knew I was stubborn too, but she knew I could be understanding.
I could be goofy around her. Then I could talk politics with her.
We could sit in silence together without the slightest ounce of awkwardness. If we didn’t see each other for days or even weeks on in, everything would be right back to normal as soon as we met.
Come to think of it? She was around to watch me grow and transition into a man too—someone with character, ambition, morals, and maturity.
She saw others respect me and admire me for my skills, talents, and outlook on life.
This girl? Man, she knew me during some of the best years of my life. She knew me when I was the best version of ... me.
Sometimes I wonder, why’d I ever let her go?