feel like no matter what most people do there will always be one person they always think of at least in one small moment of their day. And they think "I missed my chance" or "I miss them." And oh my dear even when you're near I miss you so. I miss you so damn much. And like the rest I weep over the past and try to move forward with the constant reminders of you and your last words still hanging in the air. You know every inch of me, down to my fragile bones. But darling let me explore you more. Let me find what I've been missing. Don't leave me with any regrets because I'm still hoping for the best.