I made a choice, and at the time, it was the right choice. I had felt trapped. Constricted. Tied down. I needed to move. To breath.

We were different. I wanted nothing more than an open road and someone to share it with. You had wanted the normal things. A family, a house, and a good life. You deserved them.

Now there is nothing I regret more than the choice I made that night. It seems like a lifetime ago since I last saw you. Heard you. Felt you.

Those nights in Milwaukee were simultaneously some of the greatest and worst of my life. Just us and the city. That year was the first time that I had ever loved someone. And no one has affected me like you did since. Before I went and messed everything up.

So, after all this time, I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I couldn’t do, everything I couldn’t say, and everything I should have done. I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner, or in person.

And what I’m most sorry for, is not knowing if I miss us or the feeling of us.

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