I know within my heart that my greatest regret is that he will never understand my true feelings. My wish for his happiness even without me. My desire for our broken friendship. Our love of words. All broken and cannot be mended. Because. . .
Hidden away in my journal is an unread letter. A letter meant for him and only him. Not known by anyone but myself. On the last day that I were to ever see him, he didn't come and I missed my chance to give it to him.
I regret that he will never understand that from the beginning, my true wish was for his happiness.
Because a letter that will never be read.
My greatest regret is simply this. . .an unread letter.