Dear Alecto
Dear Alecto,
I’m sorry. I’m not sorry that I left. I can’t ever bring myself to be sorry for running away even if you may view that as the cowardly way out of things. I am, however, sorry that leaving meant that I had to leave you as well. When things changed it seemed as if I changed and had an entirely new life that didn’t include all of the people I once had in it. I’m sorry that you weren’t apart of the change I made in my life and I’m sorry I couldn’t keep the promise that I made you. I’m sorry for a lot of things I don’t think I could ever quite bring myself to actually apologize for—even if you’re one of the few people who deserve one.
I never know what to say to you just because there is a part of me that will always want you in my life. Things are just so different now that I know life doesn’t seem to have that in it’s plans. If I could do something to change it I would just because every once and I while I do miss how things were at one point in time. I suppose I can’t have everything though.
Sincerely,
SOB
