I was allways wishing to have the chance to go back. There seems that something incomplete was left while I moved on. Last night… well, yes… last night I was thinking real clearly for a moment when I asked myself (ofcourse in my head) if I was not here would I want part of my past to have a second chance and to my own surprise I felt no desire to fix all those little things that could be different. And it seems I have let past go.