I Am Sorry, but I Love Her More.
Forsaking one love for another.
We had a great run. In the 31 years since we first connected, you have brought such joy and pain, often simultaneously.
Back-breaking hours spent together frolicking in the sun and rain, but it had to end someday. Ours was a love of youth and time when days stretched before us, begging me to spend each moment of sunlight within…