A lot has happened in the past few days, weeks, months since I last kissed you.
I've cried barrels of tears, and eaten tons of sugar, and stayed awake more hours than I should've. Pretty sure that I have accepted the blame for every argument we ever had. Certain that I was not a nice person and didn't deserve someone as wonderful as you. I've realized that I am the reason you had cancer and died. If only I had watched your diet better, you never would've gotten sick. If only I had insisted you see a doctor every year for that physical some tell us we need. If only I hadn't loved you even when you were overweight. Maybe the heartburn wouldn't have caused the cancer cells to grow in your esophagus. Can we please have do overs?
