Dear Regret,

Im trying to move on I really am. 

I know we haven’t seen each other since that night in the ocean,

and we haven’t caught up since I stayed out till 4 am back in high school,

but I think I’m learning how to let go, and I’m sorry that soon we won’t speak again. 

So lets sit down one more time,

maybe outside the motel 6 off the 101,

or in my friends garage on a Tuesday night.

I’ll find you,

and I’ll wait patiently. 

Dear Regret,

please find me too,

because I think this’ll be the last time we see each other in a long while,

and I might begin to miss you.