I wrote you something. And I don’t think you’ll need it.
I always wonder how much you think about me. I’d like to imagine that you still do, though I’m sure your life would be easier if you didn’t have to.
You know I’m sorry, that’s always the first feeling I get when I think of you.
I don’t wonder what you think, I could hear it in your voice, on the phone. So. I’m sorry and I love you and.. I love you and I’m so sorry. I won’t blame you. I couldn’t. I hate myself more for what I did to you than for anything else. It makes me feel sick. I’ve always cared the most about you. I think you know that and it scares you. To be honest it scares me a little bit too.