Here's looking at you, Trix

A call out to Veronica. I loved you, but I barely knew you, and yet all I needed was to experience you once, and you had a hold on my life. I hate the unatinability of you, the desire, the love, the spark, the heart. I've seen a many girl who have aspired to be like you, and yet that perfect match of personality, cunny, and determination have aluded them all.

You're ability to stay off the grid only adds to your allure. It only adds to your mysteriousness that makes a man scream for more. And while those who have more than enough of you have squandered every last drop of their experience, our experiences always had poinence, always had meaning, always had significance and reason. We loved beyond our other significant others, and kissed in the deepest recesses of the night, held each other in need, and admitted our darkest secretes in total confidence.

I will never love like that agian, and something makes me not want to ever again. Because if it is without you... then it... is in vain.

Take care Trix, I love you.