Not too many people write me letters. I don't blame them, writing can be tedious and complicated, and they never quite seem to capture exactly how you feel, whether that's because you yourself don't even know how to begin or just that sometimes some things are just so large. inside. but not many people try to write me letters. You wrote me one, and it was so thoughtful of you to do that. So kind, so hard for you I know. I thank you, so so much, and I'm so so sorry
I'm so sorry that I gave it back to you.
Not a day has gone by that I don't regret that. Regardless of how we left things, I should never have given it back. I'm so sorry. I wish I still had it.
Some part of you.
But I suppose that's what I was trying to avoid, wasn't it.
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