when we were growing up, you were my favorite person. you taught me how to throw a baseball and a football. i always admired you. i still do. but then the thing happened. i forgive you but it still hurts. i wonder sometimes if you regret what you did. if you even remember. im not looking for a grand apology and im not expecting one. but it would be nice to know you feel some sort of guilt. i love you and im proud of you.