We seem, as conscious sentient beings, to idolize others in their absence. When that person is gone and stripped from your life a stake is driven into your heart and all your mind wants to remember is what you miss. The bad stigmas seem to dissipate over time.

A golden goddess rises like a phoenix from the ashes and the flames.

Perfect.
Absolute.
Untouchable.

It's too late. Chances have run out. Reality gets too abrasive and the only thing you can hold on to you can't even touch. The intangible memories. The fake what if's.

Wishes are hopes that only the logical can reason will never come true.
Hopes are logical peoples wishes.