I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for what I put you through. My selfishness made me weak. My foolishness made you suffer.

I’m sorry for the pain I caused. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted. By hurting you, I hurt myself too.

I’m sorry for the indecisiveness and the confusion. I was lost, but that doesn’t make me less of a terrible person.

I’m sorry for not truly believing your word. Somewhere along the way the here and now became more important than what was only a possibility.

I’m sorry for my impatience. They say patience is a virtue, but it was never mine, nor will it ever be.

I’m sorry that you and I ceased to exist. But I can’t be sorry that he happened.

I’m sorry that I had to stop loving you. But I can’t be sorry that I fell in love with him.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t choose you. But I’m not sorry that I chose him, nor will I ever be.

I’m sorry that I’ve never known you, that I’ve never touched you or kissed you or known your scent. I’m sorry that I may never will.

For whatever it’s worth, with all my heart, I’m sorry. Maybe one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. And maybe I’ll find it in mine to forgive myself.