What if? Reminiscing.....
What if a woman?..... I will find the song title, artist and writer's name later on. Dearly Departed, You are missed. If I said I missed you every minute, I would be lying. But right now, I miss you. Especially now. This was our time. And I miss you much more than I have before. We would be exchanging text messages right now. Sunday Evening into Monday morning was our time. Monday Mid morning into Monday evening and all the way into Sunday Evening. All the time. It was our time. We laughed, joked, shared meeting minutes, corrected each other's emails. Suggested an accessory to an outfit for a board meeting. Celebrated office successes..... I miss our time. Until the day we put an end to our mysterious relationship and decided to meet. That marked the end of the random notification 2 minutes after the previous one. Notifying of a poke, message or 'selfie' sent through. After that dreadful Wednesday night, I had to carefully count the hours before I sent you a 'how ar