I’m sorry I ever made you worry.

I left you in limbo.

You know me. When I go through things I tend to isolate.

Running further and further away from the love that I need.

But you would not relent.

Even after several unread or unreplied texts, you didn’t give up.

You didn’t give up on me.

You called.

You sent music.

You sent roses & heart-eyed emojis.

You double texted me when you felt the need.

I didn’t even bother to tell you that I was alive and alright.

I couldn’t budge or lift a finger; believe me even showering that day was hard.

Still I’m sorry I ever made you worry.

I’m sorry I fell out of touch.

You know me and when things get to be too much, like the cancer I am, I tend to bundle up.

But when we finally got back, there you were, reminding me of love.

A friend.

The friend that I need.

The friend I’ve been searching for my entire life to really just be there.

To be there.

To care.

To stay.

I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough.

I’m sorry I don’t tell you I love you or give you more hugs.

I’m sorry if I was careless with my words.

I’m sorry for all the gaps, the back and forth, the struggles with how we talk.

I’m sorry my friend, I really am, I can’t say this enough.