I haven’t seen you in awhile. And I’m sure you’re probably worried sick. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. It’s because I’m too ashamed to face you again. My conscience has caught up with me and now I can’t bear to face you. I’m sorry for being so cowardly. I’m sorry for decieving you in more ways than one, for pretending to be someone I’m not and stringing you along. I didn’t mean for it to be this way. I was just there, and we got along well. And it was all so new and fascinating. I’m sorry for meeting you, because if I hadn’t, then I would have never had the chance to hurt you. I meant to apologize long ago, but I couldn’t stop. I was already too far in and just kept digging myself deeper. I’m so sorry. And I know that means nothing. I know that won’t undo the terrible things I’ve done. But I’m sorry and I hope you can someday come to forgive me.