I just wrote a letter
2 years overdue, to someone I never thought I’d want an apology from.
Tonight I remembered how much it hurt when you stood in front of the auditorium and said those words. How much it hurt when you stopped holding my hand.
You used to represent the hope in my life. You gave me so much to look forward to, and a way to look at the past without regret. You got me over what I never thought I would.
You left a year before we did. But you left me long before that.






