I still wonder about you

If I had just made some effort to keep in touch maybe it could have worked out. In one way we were perfect for each other while in another all wrong. I remember I bought her a purple stuffed monkey and shipped it halfway across the world to her. She was just my type, tough, adorable, sweet odd. God she was beautiful. We were both damaged kids back then hurt by life and trying to find some way out of it. I still try to look her up but all I know is her first name and the first letter of her last name. A part of me hates myself for failing to keep in touch but ultimately she was the one who left. Still I can’t help but wonder.