I regret the time it took me to get over you. You were my tumultuous summer and an education I so desperately needed-but I refused to let go of the growing pains and your lessons were lost on the shores of my stubbornness. I spent years pushing forward, but never far enough to escape your ghost. I’m not that person anymore. The fire is gone, and I wonder now how long it has been so. How long did I ignore the burning before i realized that it was in my legs and not my heart, and that I was never facing down the future but running from the past? Muddied days and weeks but I know better. Years. Yet even so there lingers a piece of me that remembers, a small fragment from our beautiful explosion. And at night I can hear it gently whisper, like your sleepy voice on the phone a lifetime ago.