After 20 years you texted me. It was like you put it in your calendar. It's something you would do.
You even had a picture of me as a teenager, before phones could take pictures. It means you saved it for some reason. Maybe you like to collect memories. I had to throw your pictures out... I just had to.
You were my first love and I died inside when I told you that I couldn't talk to you anymore. It was just too painful and I had to start to move on. But here, 20 years later, a text out of the blue.
I can't be friends with you. As much as I adored you, I just can't be friends. It would be too painful. I need to live my life with my wife and kids without distraction. I guess I never processed my pain, and it's just easier to keep it all buried.
Sorry, I hope you understand...
I still love you. But I can't know you.
If you see this, sorry I didn't reply.
Its been 24 years since my soulmate was amputated from me. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. Or how our life should have been. I never got a text or phone call. Not even an email. I've tried to find her several times. With no luck. I have sent a couple of emails to what might have been hers. "It took the death of hope to let her go." She has her own life. And I'm still in love with just a memory.