I am a woman who has many men deeply in love with me. I left a man who loved me so dearly he nearly lost his mind. Even after a treacherous backpacking trip, where he almost lost his life to one of the steepest cliffs in the southern Sierras--all he can think of is regret. He regrets not kissing me every morning and every day he came home. He regrets never bringing home flowers. He regrets baking all day, every day. He regrets how he behaved when I dumped him. He regrets not going out with me, when he really wanted to, but was so bereft of energy and will. He regrets choosing a profession that turned him into a black-hearted man. He mostly regrets losing someone who was worth so much trouble, but could never manage to keep his head screwed on straight to truly realize that. He regrets most of all, losing a woman who actually loved him for who he was.
Now he forced me into the bed of a rebounder. Just another useless man.
By the time you see this you will most likely be in love with someone else (nobody looks at these pages), but I do miss you. I am very sorry. I had a great backpacking trip. Life changing, in fact. Only, driving home I realized I did not have a lover to share the story with. You are a very hard woman to forget, no matter how incompatible we were. You will be hard to replace. I have many fond memories of you. I just wish I didn't f**k things up with my foolishness.