On A Quiet Night in June of 2014

On a quiet night like this one, the candles almost burned out on the mantel, classic rock ballads lingering from the other room, an undeniably empty feeling defying an otherwise undeniably filled soul, I have to call you. But I know you don't care for such things, so I'll honor your preference and write this to you - I'll never sufficiently offer how sorry I am that I wasn't what you wanted for your life, the unhappy realization that I might once have been but then wasn't, that I'm not happier about how our lives are even though they seem to be going alright, and worst, that no matter how much time has passed, everything about our boys hasn't been able to be shared because of what we've done. I'm sorry this wasn't worth it, and for how I reacted following, despite it being such a long time ago now. And while you needn't ever tell me if you ever do, I hope you forgive me.