There are too many sorrys I owe you. I hurt you in subtle ways that I excused but I understand how cruel it all was. I love you still. I miss you still. You were a good man to a broken girl. We were never meant to get married, but you set me on a new path to becoming the woman I'm supposed to be instead of the immature rash girl I was. I will love you always baba. (PS you made my freshman year the best year of my life)