Since the day that we first met, our story has been a troubled one.
Being as young as we were, of course we thought we were in love.
But I also think neither of us were ready. I wasn’t ready to be patient and learn to love your faults and you weren’t ready to grow up and be the man I needed you to be.
And as expected, things fell apart. And we moved on.
But when things began to happen in your life that were less than ideal, I sort of felt responsible. I didn’t handle the break-up the way it should have been handled. I felt that I had scarred you in some way.
Eventually, it worked out and we both seemed happy. But then tragedy struck. And now you’re not here.
And I feel responsible. I know your end had nothing to do with me, but still…..
If your future survival depended on us together, I would have been stronger. And you would still be here.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. Always have been and always will be. For the rest of my days. Even if it’s not my fault.
And I miss you.