Sometimes I wonder if you think about me and then I usually hope you don’t. I know how stupid and naive I was. There are no excuses for my actions. I can’t help but hurt because I know that I hurt you for no reason other than my own selfish desires. I think about how events happened and the choices I made. And I know there can never be any place of acceptance in your heart, only bitter regret. I regret you. I regret how I treated you. I regret being afraid and being lead astray. Believe me, I acted on my own free will but the advice I received helped me to sway. I know we didn’t love each other, and I am older and love more fully another, more than we ever would have. But I am sorry for what I did. I am sorry for how it happened. I am sorry you were hurt and that my name will always be a bad memory. I’ve thought about reaching out to you. But I fear that nothing would be accomplished. I think perhaps the best thing to do is to acknowledge what happened, to ask for forgiveness, and then to finally move on. I think I can finally do that. There are so many things you will never know and never understand about what I did, and that’s okay. All I want you to know is that I’m sorry you were hurt by my wandering soul. I hope one day you will be able t find consolation that the pain you felt happened. It was real. And that even if it seemed pointless, it’s helped you to become better. The foolishness of youth perhaps is the only thing that can help us learn and to bring us all together. That is the only hope. I hope you can find yourself there. I think I finally am and this is my final farewell. I can finally forgive myself. I hope you do to.