Hey, hope you’re doing well. In case you’re wondering, that’s coriander for sentimental value. Like someone once said, ‘Google is your friend.’ And to be sappy, a blue rose. You…should know why. 

If you ever find yourself sad, make some paninis using that awesome recipe and listen to that mix tape. 

-R

It was like a ghost had come to haunt her, today of all days. She dropped the note onto the floor, almost as if it had burned her hand when she realized who it was from. It had been years since she heard from him. Since she left high school.

Her guilt pierced her chest like a gunshot.

She remembered. She remembered everything. It was one of her worst regrets. One of very few that could send her into such a bad state. Her hands were shaking and she fought back tears, mourning the boy she knew, and the man he had grown up to be. 

Still hurting, thanks to her. 

Part of her knew, if she ever saw him again she would apologize for all the damage. Tell him that he deserved better, someone who could love him properly. Tell him she was finally happy, and that he deserved the same.