9/25 comes once a year... love, 10 years later

I remembered you today. Its not like remembering you 8 years ago, and that much less like remembering you 9 years ago. I remember today only the idea of you. What I think of now is how I wish you were here to share an experience, but I can no longer fathom how you would respond to that experience. I think of you now and wonder who you would be now. If you'd still be insane, musing about everything but never doing anything, or if you'd be different, if you'd have grown, changed... I sometimes wonder.