Maybe if I knew he was - really, super happy, that he was where he wanted to be. I don't think I'd ever not be a little sad about it, if that wasn't with me. But I'd be happy too. And I could be happy about loving somebody else.

Or if I'd never met him. But if I hadn't I don't think I'd be me at all, not the way I am now. But maybe I could have been someone else, really close, somebody who fit into someone else. Maybe we made each other soulmates, helping each other grow. We did a lot of that. Like trees close together getting their roots all tangled up.