Sometimes.....Not in a romantic way or anything. I don't think we were ever meant to be lovers, but I think we were meant to be good friends, and I'm sorry that it ended in a way where that couldn't happen. I think about her quite often. I wonder how she's doing, I hope that she is happy, and I hope that when, or if, she ever thinks of me that she thinks well of me. I don't like the way things were left between us. I remember yelling at her. While I think it was justified, because she blabbed something personal to a close friend of mine after we had broken up and the only reason I can think of as to why she would do it was to spite me and start a quarrel. I still feel rather guilty about what I said to her out of anger.
I think she was a lovely person. I will always think well of her. I wish we could have been friends, because she was an excellent one to me while we were together. I only wish I could have had the chance to be a better one to her after we had broken-up. Some things just aren't meant to be I suppose, romantically or otherwise.