Dear stranger,

Tonight I realized...I miss you. Why is it that you always find your way back ? You always find your way back to my head, but when I need it the most.
I might not have understood why it happened at first. I was in shock. Sad. Frustrated.
Then I finally got it...you were protecting me. Sometimes I feel bad because I think maybe it was for the best. When I don't think highly of myself, I think of you, and of how great you thought of me and of how amazing you made me feel and I just know I deserve better. You gave me that, it's one of my most precious gifts.
Then I didnt understand why giving me your best, even when you needed ME to give you my best...but then it came to my mind like a breath of fresh air. Giving me your best made you feel like you were the very best.
Now I just wonder: What if? What if it had been different? What if we had never met? What if?
Maybe I'll never forget you, but that's ok. Forgetting you isn't an option to me right now anyway.
You leaving made me ask myself questions that not even the greatest philosopher could answer, but somehow it only made me know you better. And that's ok too, because now I understand you're not a stranger at all to me.
You're like my favourite song. I know it backwards.