I get depressed every time I admit to myself that her path and mine will never intersect. I was not lucky enough to live in her neighborhood and be her childhood playmate; I did not go to grade school with her and play hopscotch on the playground with her or use the jungle gym after her; I didnt attend high school with her and sit next to her in english class; i'll never get to live down the hall from her in the college dorms in alaska and see her eating in the dining hall with charlie. Her life will always be separate from mine, and it hurts.