The name is unknown, the face is blurry, and the voice I have yet to hear. Still, I know her. The final piece of the puzzle. Where I may finally find her remains a mystery and maybe I won’t even be looking once I do. There are a few things which I allow myself to continue on thinking about—, in every sort of angle down to the smallest detail. Events and stages of my life which I haven’t yet achieved. Memories from the past flood in through my psyche and I can’t help but wonder where I’d be today had I become who I was always meant to be. The story goes on. The possibilities are endless. I can’t stop at one single scenario—, there are still too many unwritten ones to count and write about.