Dear You
You are the only woman I have ever loved. Of all the women since You that I've said "I love you" to I have never meant it, not really, and to You, the one person it could ever apply to most, I never told you. I never told you a lot of things that I needed to tell you while I had the chance to tell them to you. Instead I reacted rashly, on impulse, unable to recognize the horrible, horrible mistake I was making. And now it is too late. Now You are married to another. I do take solace in the fact that he is a great guy, and I myself could not have picked a greater match for You (other than myself).
I think about You all the time, about the times we had, and the times I had always looked forward to. My one regret in life is that those many years ago I pushed you away in my impatience.
I had to get this off my chest.
I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.
I think about You all the time, about the times we had, and the times I had always looked forward to. My one regret in life is that those many years ago I pushed you away in my impatience.
I had to get this off my chest.
I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.