I look back on our month-long affair with neither affection nor regret; I see it simply as a time in my past. I may remember it from time to time as I grow older, recounting on my one and only “crazy stage,” but I honestly don’t believe that it has affected me to any great length. I had such a crush on you for a while, but I’m glad I got the chance to realize that you weren’t as great as I’d built you up to be. I’ll never look back and think “what if?” but rather, “thank goodness.”