Or maybe not, if I look in my heart, I always knew who she was deep down. Thinking I could ever be with her again is just trying to hold on to what I've lost. I'm young enough to have a shot at another life with someone else in the future, and I think I'll choose the unknown. Here's a passage that I read that really helps me:
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. "
