Dearest,

I made a mistake. 
I thought it would be a good idea to let you alone.

I was very wrong. 

Looking back at my choice, I see I was blind.
Only you were able to calm me down when it got 
very bad. 
Even as I write this, I feel pain. 

You were my everything.
Once I saw my mistake, I realized I had
ultimately messed up. 

Since it's too late (probably), I should close this
to avoid any long reading.
I want to let you know that I still worry. 
Let's hope you're okay, and let's hope that this
lesson of love and loss is remembered.

Ever yours,

L.A.