If you ever happen to stumble across this, you will remember this nickname. It’s what I used to call you, long before we became an item. I feel the need to tell you this, because I’m quite certain that we will never spend any length of time, in each other’s presence, again. Congrats on your marriage.
I truly am sorry. I’ve many regrets; the biggest was losing your trust. The temporary alcoholism was bad. My diagnosis and inability to do much of anything certainly didn’t help. What’s important though, is that I told you (then) that I would understand, if you no longer wanted to be in a relationship with me; because of my chronic illness. And I didn’t follow through with that promise. It was sincere, but unfortunately, I said it during a time of my life when my mouth opened before considering what was going to come out of it.
To tie it up: I want for you to know that I forgive you. How much I would LOVE to have a glass of unsweetened tea with you, and talk about the good times; most BEFORE we got together. Know that what I have endured in my last relationship (since ours) was FAR worse. I’ve done penance with the woman who is STILL the love of my life. I couldn’t hold on to her either, so it’s looking like it’s going to be me, myself, and I…for the rest of my days. I hope that you find this, and reach out to me, L. Your friendship was far more valuable than anything else I ever had with you. And I am thirsty for an engaging discussion.