Hello. It's been a long time. And in that time I have been thinking. Mostly about love. About you. About me. Us. I really think that I still do love you. But I don't think that you feel the same. I went to prom and I thought, "My Lord, what am I doing here? I feel unloved and alone." And I had a flash of you and I together and I wanted you to be there with me. How do you feel about me now? I wouldn't mind being able to talk to you more, to tell you the truth. I miss you. I really do.
I regret that stupid mistake that I made that caused us to violently rip apart in the first place. And I look back and it was all my fault. Will you ever be able to except an apology from me. If I could write "I'm sorry" on every grain of sand in the world, it still wouldn't be enough. I'm so, so sorry. Please accept that from my humble mind.
I wish that there was some way that I could turn back time to go back to that fateful day two years ago when I made what I believe was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. One that cost me my best friend and the "one".
I could completely understand if you don't want to even think about what I write in this letter. But I had to get it out, and I'm sorry for that. But please, just give a chance. Think about it. At least, forgive me.
I think about you every day. And there isn't a time when I think about you that goes by that I don't shed a tear or more. When I hear the song "Secret Garden" I think of you. When I was in the hospital I brought along that picture you gave me for my fourteenth birthday. You know, the one with my name on it. The words "Thinking of you" always remind me of you. There are so many things that we talked about or did together when we met that I can't forget, nor do I think that I will ever forget. Deep inside my heart I can only wish that you won't forget what we once had. (Or could possibly have in the future.)
I just hope that maybe one day I will get the courage to tell you how I feel. Maybe even let you see this letter. But I know that when I do, I will cry, as I am crying right now as I write this letter.
Love,
Jade