There’s a lyric from a Radiohead song that perfectly captures the wistfulness of lost love. The wistfulness of what could have been and might have been and should have been, if only. The lyric goes like this; I wish I could be who wanted, I wish I could who wanted. It so perfectly captures that bitter sweetness, that aching sadness, that anguish of longing or what might have been in you or I could have…