I just thought, maybe, I should let you in.

In my head I mean.

I, know, that I haven't been that open with you.

I don't know how you put up with me, really. I heard from Dave that Marcy was telling you to just walk out, especially after some of the things we said.

I just wanna say, I'm sorry.

You're the best thing in my life, you're, you're my everything.

I know it doesn't mean much, but, I have to say it.

For once in my life, I have to come out, and just, say it.

I love you.

Do you remember, when I was an awkward teenager, back in middle school?

You took my hand and pulled me in.

Plucked a wallflower and held it up for all to see.

It was one of the best times of my life, and...

I'm sorry, that I didn't call you.

I was a kid, and my moron friends were doing what they do best.

I know it's no excuse, I just, I wish I had.

You had that black shirt, with the buttons half undone, and that skirt.

I just.

Thanks.

And, a few years later, I guess you could call us friends then, I fell out of that damned tree.

Trying to impress you, can you believe it?

I'm sure you can, despite the fact that I was throwing pine cones at you.

I was being the macho he-man type, but, really, it hurt like that time I snapped my arm.

Because it was that time I snapped my arm.

And all through my grimacing and choked back tears, you just sat there, holding my hand.

I never thanked you, not enough at least.

Then, then there was Jimmy.

Jimmy Heurera I think his name was.

Everyone knew that I liked you, the guys kept telling me to ask you out every day in the locker room.

I kept getting notes from your friends to just hurry up and do it before somebody else did.

But I didn't.

And he broke your heart, because of it.

I was a coward, a yella' belly, whatever you wanna call it.

I cried when I found out he was taking you to the prom.

And, I guess I was lucky, when you let me hold you as you cried when he left with someone else.

I let you down babe.

I'm sorry.

Heh, I'm so bad with words, I had to write this out, before I told you.

I wanted it to be okay, to be the one thing in my life that hasn't crumbled around me.

I don't, I don't mean that you're ruined, or anything.

I just.

I wish I could go back, and do everything over, fix my mistakes.

But, I can't.

I did something right though.

God was watching over me, I did something right.

In college, I got up the nerve.

It was an awful restaurant, the waitress wouldn't leave me alone, and I was there on a date, and the food was bad.

But, after, you kissed me goodnight, on that bridge.

It was like something out of a movie; moonlight, footbridge, some bird cooing in the background.

I think I realized just how much I loved you, that night.

We went out, more and more, and, uhh, we got pretty serious.

I won't go over the details, but, you were my first, you were everything I imagined, so perfect, I still remember the feel of your heartbeat.

God, I'm sorry, I, I didn't want to cry.

I, I wish I'd been there for you.

I'd give anything to have been there for you.

Even to just have been there with you.

But, I can't.

All I have is this little fuzzy box.

Bit of gold and diamond inside.

Yeah, bought you a ring.

Carried it around for three weeks.

Just, waiting.

Patience is a virtue I guess.

Or, maybe not.

I had every chance, every opportunity.

The man said that I could, leave it here for you.

That he'd make sure you got it.

I

I love you baby.

I miss you.

I just hope, that you're in a better place now.

Goodbye, babe.

I'm sorry...