I regret not telling you that I loved you. I was very young, and you were a bit older than me. I regret the way it ended between us. I missed you so much, I used to drive by your house all the time, but was too afraid to knock on your door. One day I just stopped seeing your car out front. I assumed you’d moved away and I tried to get on with my life. It wasn’t until about a year later that I found out the truth. I deeply regret if our situation had anything to do with your suicide. Evidently you still spoke of me frequently, right up until the end. I had all that time to make things right, but I was too cowardly and proud. I married a really nice man about 5 years ago. I remember wishing it was you on my wedding day. How unfair to my husband! I’ve recently tracked down your grave… I have all the details and a picture. One day I hope to visit it. It’s all so unhealthy and heartbreaking. Forever yours….