They say there’s only enough time for one more message. I guess I need to make it count.
I’m supposed to tell you how much I love you and how I don’t regret a moment of my time spent with you, but its kind of pointless. I regret the same things you do; the fights, misunderstandings, and all the times we were bull-headed and stubborn. I don’t need to tell you how much I love you. I’ve told you so many times before, it should be ingrained into your very soul by now.
Or I could curse everything that brought us to this point, but I don’t really care anymore. I’m too tired to get upset. I’ve been fighting and raging against it for so long that I’m exhausted.
There’s only one thing that I can think of that I really want to say. I’m sorry I didn’t make your cup of coffee that last morning. I’ve been doing that for you for the past three years. If I had gotten up ten minutes earlier, I could have made it and still had plenty of time. I’m sorry I was selfish.
It’s a pathetic last message but I think you understand.