Dear L,
I know, things were messed up, but, after everything, I'm still not sorry for what I did. I'm just sorry for what it did to you and to us. I mean, it must have hurt, right? Cause for a fact, it hurt me so much, more so than I'm willing to show. But I don't know if you even noticed or cared. And so this letter goes to you, to the guy in the corner. To you, L, who, for just one moment, I loved deeply. To us and the memories and emotions that came with the consequence of having this mess. L, I am not sorry, and forever will not change my answer, but, I am sorry for loving you.
Regrets,
El
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