I never realized that if you were the sort of person I’d always hoped you were my apology would have an expiration date, a time when it no longer mattered because you’d forgotten all about it. You moved on, I didn’t.
I’ve sat here with only my guilt for company, stewing instead of saying the words that would have made all the difference. But you’re just as strong as I knew you to be. You didn’t need my apology, but I did, so that I could forgive myself.
So here it is. Years too late. In a place I hope you’ll never see so that it won’t drag up old memories.
I love you Steph, always have and always will.
I can’t tell you how happy I was that day that I realized you really were happy, too. That you have a good life and are living it. Thanks for forgiving me even if it took so many years to realize you had, and so many more to accept it.