A year on I still think of you
(some days more than others).
A year on the feelings are less consuming, less bitter.
More familiar.
As far as I am able,
I wish you happiness.
As far as I am able,
I apologise for all the hurt I caused you.
As far as I am able,
I forgive you for all the hurt you caused me.
Things didn’t turn out as we had hoped.
It is what it is.
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