the last time i saw your face.

look at the date.

i heard it, heard it all before, oh how time flies, oh what a pity. THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU I NEVER REALISED THAT IT WOULD BE THE LAST. if i had known, oh how things might have been. or not. where did you go, hindsight is such a terrible thing, that allows regret and gives meaning to all the things that seemed insignificant at the moment.

Dear Jessica

how did you know.

Of course I do. I wonder how things would be different, how we all could have been different.

Are we all different, or are we all the same?

what do you remember?