*Don't read this one*
To the man I've never met You don't know me, and I don't know you. I will never meet you. But, for all I know, we could have brushed shoulders before, walked by each other on the street or driven past each other in some small-town dusk. We breathed the same Midwest air. We probably had the same hopes and dreams for our lives. But, mostly, we had her in common – the girl you've spent your life with. I'm glad you got the girl. I'm happy that you got to spend the best years of your life with her. I'm sure she made you happy, made your life easier, made your world complete with the babies she gave you. She made you you as much as you made you you . She was the best part of your life – a living, walking, breathing gem of a woman. You were blessed beyond all men I've ever known. You had the woman of my dreams. Heck, you had the woman of any man's dreams. It wasn't enough for you. I wonder if any woman would have been enough for you...