I wish this letter could be as elegantly written as it deserves to be. But it’s written too hastily and I was never that talented of a writer. That was always your forte.
I want to tell you that I’m sorry. It’s been months and I still think about how I hurt you. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done and I’ll never forgive myself.
I’ll never forget what we shared. Even so young I know it’s unlike anything else I’m ever to experience. The memory, however, will always be bittersweet because those couple of months were followed by the worst of my lifetime of actions.
I love you, still. I love you in a way that will never be good enough, but in a way that I’ll never share with anyone else.
It’s a shame our time was cut short.