I don’t think I ever quite got over you, John. They say there’s always a “one that got away.” I didn’t believe it until I realized that it’s you. For the last five years, you’ve held some kind of weird, special place in my heart. I don’t want to date you or be with you. It’s perfect the way it is. It’s perfect how no feelings ever got hurt, how we always stayed friends above all else, how we’re mature enough to talk about it now even though we couldn’t back then. And even though you have her and I have him, and we are both happier than we’d ever be with each other, I’ll always still remember our little, sweet, unmentioned romance. And it truly was a romance.