“He said ‘There’s a part of my heart that you’ll always hit hard’ like ‘I’m always going to love you’ kind of thing, and I think it was a very Ted and Robin thing to do. In a way, ours was like an epic love story and yet nothing really happened. He’s my biggest ‘what if.’ I was holding on to the version of him that I knew and was in love with, and to see that he was moving on and growing as a person without me was like: well, do I really love him or do I love the memory of him? I noticed that I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him; because no matter how much he changes or how far apart we grow, I still know his soul in a way that maybe nobody else will ever know. So while aspects of his life might change, there’s some parts that never really change. And so long as that continues to exist, so does my love. That love is so unique because it was for the first time. He confronted me once we had moved on. He told me ‘I was in love with you for like three years and nothing happened.’ I had all these feelings, but I didn’t categorize them as love. We would talk on the phone until three a.m. and it was something I’d only do with him, but I didn’t think that was something that lovers did. The tragic thing about it is that when we talk, I can almost see him persisting in my life for decades, regardless of what our relationship entails. Even when we’re in our forties it’ll be like a ‘hey, how are you doing?’ ‘I hope you’re well’ kind of thing.”