It’s been a long time, but I still miss you. I still regret losing you.
I can’t put my finger on exactly what went wrong, but the details don’t matter because I think the real problem was timing. Circumstances back then messed things up for us. Where we were in our lives… the challenges we were facing. I wish we’d been strong enough to get through it all together, but we weren’t… or at least I wasn’t. But I don’t think you were either. It was both of us.
I wish we’d met a few years later. If we had, I think there’s a good chance we’d still be together. I met you too soon. Even though it’s hard for me to say this because I’m so selfish, I really do hope you’re happy. A part of me, though, will always wish you were happy with me. You were the one. But you are also the one that got away.
p.s. — Did you save anything from ‘us’? My heart hopes you did but my head knows you didn’t. I still have the pictures you drew for me and the sculptures you made me. I’ve tried to let them go, but I can’t. A part of me will always love you. You were my best friend… and the love of my life. I bet you don’t even know that…