Sometimes I regret the fact I didn’t allow myself to love you. I don’t think you would’ve returned it in the end, but you deserved so much more than what my heart gave you, even though you didn’t know. I wish I could have dwelled a little longer on how pretty I thought your eyes were or how you always seemed to hear me when I felt like my voice was drowned out. I want you to be happy. And even if it’s not with me, I want you to realize why I so adore happy endings. Thank you for these past few years of life.