I will never apologize for loving you.
Those mere moments we spent tangled together like tree roots hidden in the ground, those hours were the happiest hours and I would never choose to lose the epiphany of loving you.
Perhaps I realized it too late.
Perhaps we both did.
But I’m not sorry I loved you.
I am not sorry that I write these words and send them, hurdling through space towards the pinpoint of light that is your heart.
Why apologize for truth?
I apologize for hurting people which I know I’ve done and will do, but I cannot ask for forgiveness when it comes to love.