You cannot change the past.
The time lost is gone, and it is pointless to attempt to recapture it.
But the future can be molded.
And I will make the effort.
Because when you’re gone, I don’t want to blame myself for the lack of relationship that existed. I do not want to be able to say, “Sarah, it’s your fault. You didn’t try.” I refuse to live with that regret.
When I look at you, I see one flat color. I want to know the variations, the hues of your shadows, and the shifts from dark to light. I want to be able to fill up a book with words to describe you, instead of writing a simple and sparse chapter. I want to use all the potential love I hold for you.
I don’t want to lose you and have to ask who you were. I want to undeniably know.
All I really want is for you to want to know me too.