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Almost three years have gone by and the butterflies and nerves still seemed to creep up on me. I probably rambled too much, I probably said stupid things, I probably didn't say enough that I should have... It's so weird to me that after so long of not speaking to someone, you can still feel so connected to them. I feel like it was just a few months ago that we hung out... when in fact, it's been years. Conversation seemed awkward when inside jokes crept up, because it seemed almost innapropriate. There isn't that much in my life that I regret, but if there's one thing... it's this. There's always the "what if" factor in the back of my head. I got scared and instead of leaping, I drew back and it's been the only thing in my life that if I had a "do over," I would. How weird life can be sometimes. I often think about when, how and if second chances ever come.