Dear Julia,

I know you’re probably seeing this, and stuffing it into a place you never have to read it again, but I just need you to know these four things. Trust me, I realize it may sound…weird…and totally unlike me. But people do odd things for good reasons sometimes.

_The sun doesn’t shine_

_though it beams through_

_my window everyday,_

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_I no longer see colors in all_

_their wonderous glory, _

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_I miss you in every possible_

_way,_

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_And most of all, I deeply _

_regret the way I treated you_

_—I’m sorry_.

I really mean it, Julia, and I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect you to come running back, because you probably won’t—and shouldn’t. But you deserve an apology, and I’m so sorry it took so long to give it. If there were a way to redo it all, I would make no hesitation. You may be thinking this is all just one, big, desperate attempt to get you back, and maybe that’s partly true. But my apology is no lie. It’s as real as the situation I put you in. Anyways, I’ll leave you be, because it’s probably what you want.

—Darius