I'm sad. I miss him. I know he's at my finger tips on active status, a minute and message away. But you've faced the hard truth that I'm not conducive to your best self. I'd hoped you'd never figure it out, but I manifested that reality, and now I know better.

I'm remorseful. I wish I could take it back. But do I? It was a repetitious rehearsal of the demons inside that could not be condemned to the well of solitude within my soul. I needed you to see them, instead I let them swell and invade their residency inside your heart. I want to promise things will change, but now I've learned better.

I'm honoured. The heavens had mercy and gifted him to me. I wish I could have sustained that serenity, you were a wealth of understanding and compassion beyond my comprehension. I wish I could could say I would appreciate it now, but I know better.