_I think of you when I go there. When I see the hills rolling out my window I look for your face. Seeing those long winding roads knowing you have driven them a thousand times, without me. A thousand times will never be enough if we never drive them together. We could be staring at the same moon, at the same time, and not even know it. We could be wishing in the same stars. But I know we would be wishing for different things. Vastly different things. That was always the problem with me and you. We always wanted different things. I don’t know what my force of attraction was towards you. I could never really pinpoint it. I’ll wonder it forever im sure. _