I didn't say it enough. I didn't write it enough didn't whisper it enough, didn't trace the words with my fingers on your back enough. But I thought about it a lot. I thought about it so much. That's what I would do different, you know. Things would still probably have been doomed, but if I could do it all over again that would be what I do different. You would be certain because every night it would be the last thing I murmur in your ear. There aren't many things I can say I would repeat, but you're one and one of the few because your heart is as petty as mine.
I hold you in sky high esteem, lovey.
