If we had met later in life, would I have enticed you just as much with my love as I did back then? Would it have been easier for you not to drown in the mirage I painted for the two of us? Would you have let me go with the same infuriating gentleness as the younger you had done? These questions should not be asked, for they have no function than to torment a bagger’s heart. Still, those who have loved — who have loved sincerely — can not but throw these questions up into the night sky, praying, hoping they one day will be swallowed by the darkness of the universe, and we can finally be free.