There were too many hours invested, too much effort put forth, and too much gratitude left unspoken.
The way it stopped dishonored all of them and denied any proper closure.
Every day since, the need to make it right has been an active, haunting presence (and rightfully so).
This shameful and disgraceful thing that I have done.... There has never been such weight of regret.
At the very least, please know this: it has not been forgotten. Not even a little. None of it.
Expressing the depths of gratitude (and other such positive things) is far past due.
I don't know how to ask if you would hear me out without being afraid of crossing the metaphorical line, and even if that solution were found, there is no reason to think that you should allow it.
