I don't expect you to. Not when your ghost continues to haunt my every waking moment. Not when your voice torments me both at work and in my dreams. Not when someone as weak and low as I was, remain among the living while you... I pray you'll forgive me for everything. How I shunned you. How I could only hold jealousy for you. How I only realize my feeling for you after you've long slipped away from my arms. How I cried tears that I did not deserve to. And then was heard no more. It should have ended right there. It should've.