An open letter: That should have been sealed. (day seven)

I met you at a point in your life that was about to become very confusing, although we didn't know that at the time.
You met me at a point in my life where I should have been home clear. It was already March and the winter melancholy had all but vanished. It was warm enough to sit on the sea wall and watch people dare to touch the cold Atlantic.
We didn't know that tragedy never did leave the sea calm for long.
I don't know what could have been. I only know what was.
I still wish you had seen that blue dress.
I don't think I was ever truly angry, just sad that we missed our chance.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is: did you like that book I lent you?