Baby,
It’s been a year.
One hard year of severe mental torturing.

I’m sorry to have hurted you, SO badly that you chose to leave me.

Baby, I’m sorry.

I took you for granted, due to the fact that I didn’t realize how irreplacable you were until you left.
I’m really sorry, I do regret what I’ve done, from the bottom of my heart,
and I respect your decision to leave.

It puts me in agony whenever I think of you,
and it breaks my heart just by looking at the photos we took together.

The good old days, you and me, dining together, laughing together, basically doing everything together….
and I wonder if you still remember me now…

It’s too late now. I know you’ll never come back to me. Never.

From now on I’ll learn to treasure what I have,
learn to put myself together, stand up and walk without you,
and I look forward to a brand new life,

for it’s been a year since the day I faced the trauma of losing you…

…my 4 front teeth…

…thanks to baseball