May 17th is a day that will be forever etched on that part of the inside of my skull that I can actually see.

Two years ago today:

I lost my virginity.
I left the woman I love.
I said goodbye to friends, family.
I flew to Provo, UT, to enter the Missionary Training Center.

I would have been returning from Singapore today, surrounded by friends and family cheering my return. Every one so glad to see me, proud of what I had done, and happy to say they know me.

What would have happened with you? Would you have been proud of me? Happy to see me? Would you have moved on by now, or would you have waited? Would things have ended up any differently, or would it have been just as tragic?

I suppose I’ll never know.

I don’t plan on sleeping tonight. Too many dreams.