On occasion I'll sit and wonder how you are. If you and that little ray of light inside you are doing well. I sure hope so. At times I regret what happened between us, though I don't fault myself. Love has a way of making things tainted and bruised even when they're in full bloom. I'll never leak my sorrows to the ground over our unfortunate doom. Life will be just fine without you. I know you'll probably never read this, and maybe that's a good thing. Because the best way to make peace is to move on and not cripple yourself because of someone else's perception.