To Her.

i have not. or did not write much of her. not really. nothing good. but we did have good times. didn't we? i am still waiting for some sort of sign. that this is all some dream. some horrible dream. and i can't think too long about her. for my heart aches. from all of the mistakes. i've made. and did make. and will make. and i am sorry. i sit. and it. all feels. unreal. she can't be gone. not really. no. but she is. and god how it hurts. to know. that i missed it somehow. i still did not cherish her. as i should have. and it breaks my heart. and i am sorry. i am truly am. for all the wrong i have done. and continue to do. and will do. and i am sorry. for loving too much. and not enough. at the right times. god, it hurts.
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Appearing to only be attempting to make a sappy connection, I have felt these words before and reading them again hurts just like it did before. Perhaps there are other words, better words, to say in response to an entry like this, but I don't have them at the moment. Only that this made me feel strong, curious, empty all at once.
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