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She tasted what it was like
to know such remorse
to feel pain, for past deeds
a year had past
I wonder did she think of this then
did she remember what we held back then
How I kissed her
and if she was away for more than a minute
the many seconds of how I missed her
So now she writes to me
finally admitting her fault
That now she knows the true meaning of regret
regretting not being able to be stronger
not holding on to what she misses now
not being able to say she was sorry
and in the midst of it all
She says she still loves me
