I miss you so much. I’m so sorry I did the things I did to you. Maybe I’m a little older, maybe a little wiser, or maybe I’ve just had the shit kicked out of me emotionally, the same way it must have felt when I did it to you.
I’m sorry. I can’t tell if it’s just been too long, or not long enough. I still think about you every day. I still miss our life together. I miss your laugh and the way you’d kiss me and your dimples. You’re dating someone else now though, or at least that’s the word around town. I want so badly to text you, or for you to text me back, but I can’t help but feel like I let the best thing I ever had walk away, right in front of me and now it’s too late. You’re gone.
I regret so much, but mostly, not staying when you begged me to.
Her mourning coffee 