Now and then, tragedy becomes more than something you studied in school. I learned in just the last few hours that a young woman I once kissed is gone forever. I have no idea what to make of this. She was an incredibly sweet young lady, fun, outgoing in a very protected way, blonde and innocent, meek and shining and wonderful. Will I miss her? I have not seen her in months, I was already doing so. Now it’s longing mixed with pain. Do I wish I had known her better? It has already been hoped for. Do I regret a missed chance to make my life a little brighter? I do, and I will, always. I’m not a greeting card, niether was she, and I do wish I were better at saying this. I am sorry for all the things that will never be.