I know there’s no chance you’ll ever see this. But I had to get it out. I fucked up. You had me at my worst and you deserved better. It’s been 3 years since we spoke and I’ve thought about you every day. I thought by now I would be over you, but, I’m not. I don’t think I ever will be. I let distance and trivial differences and my own head ruin the deepest, truest love I’ve ever felt. Your mind and your heart are one in a billion. I’m sorry. I love you. I wish I could go back and do it differently. I’d marry you, move to Wisconsin for you, I wouldn’t count your geckos. I hope whoever finds you treats you better than I did, and knows what he has. I miss you, Beebs.