Dear Lover,
I've some regrets.
I've been afraid to take that first step.
Moments have passed.
A decision took too long to make.
And I've been left.
I say all this.
So that you'll understand.
When you stand before me.
When things have been oh so nice.
And lovely.
How honest I'm going to be.
Love,
Me.
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