For the longest time, I said to myself that you were different when we came back, that the person I wanted to see again was the person i went with, not the one I came back with.

I recently realized I had changed too. I was someone different when we came home. I think I realized it a day too late. July 18th.

I keep going back to a line from "Seven years in tibet"; "If a solution exists, then there is no need to worry. If there is no solution, what good will worrying do?"

There really are no "ifs", are there?