I am healing, but it's taking so long.

Is it wrong that I still keep tabs on you? That I drive by your house whenever I get the chance to? Or that I still dream of you from time to time? I feel like it's a necessity. Just to make sure you're still alive. I know you're gone, and most likely are never coming back, but sometimes I still wonder if you'll show up randomly one day when I least expect it. I hope for that almost everyday, just to show you who I've become. I'm not the little girl you met. I've grown up, I've changed. I'm not so innocent anymore. I'll keep looking out the back window just in case you happen to finally be there one day.