We met years ago and became friends. I always hoped something more would happen, and I know that you did too. And then it did. And then I screwed it up by not recognizing what I had. I wanted to wake up beside you, but instead I walked the other way. I regret that, lovely one, and I miss your laughter. I haven't spoken to you in months, but every now and then I think of reaching out to you to ask for another chance and to tell you that this time I would love you ferociously. But I need to get my shit together first, because I don't want to hurt you. Just know this; if somehow you are reading this, even if we are only memories to each other, I'll love you forever and treasure that kiss that felt like a song. —Your Old Friend