Eliot/Veronica
Sometimes I dream about him, and see him in Australia or Fiji or somewhere across the world. He's with his daughter and they're safe and happy. Maybe he fell in love again, who knows. But even if I've loved again since then, it doesn't erase that he was my first and I care about him and miss him, especially that empty feeling knowing if I ever see him again it's because something went horribly wrong.
Taking time to be a sad sack helps. And then a project. We should make a project.