There are many things that I regret in my life, you aren't one of them. When I see you, I hope that we'll both be friends. And in the meantime, I wish that life treats you well and heal the wounds that we've left to dwell, only time will tell.

Maybe in another lifetime, in another time. When we were younger, foolish and naive. Maybe it was reality or tales of make belief. In the depths of my heart was truth. And truth that didn't set me free. That sometimes, love isn't enough. And love is you.