I guess in the whole scheme of things, the time I spent with you seems pretty insignificant. And then I’m reminded of the seconds, the minutes, and the hours. The smiles, the laughter, the heartache. I am reminded no matter how many years I put in-between us, it happened. I know we are just ghosts to each other now, of people we once knew. But there is a hole where you used to be, and no matter how long I tip toe around it, it is anything but insignificant.