It's been 5 years since I met some of the most wonderful people I've ever met. Yet, I didn't appreciate any of it at the time. When you're young, everything is easy. You think friends will just fall into your lap and love will sweep you off your feet at every turn. With age comes knowledge. This can be knowledge of certain death, which is something that the youth does not possess. Or it can be the knowledge that once a ship is sailed and a bridge burned, it's near impossible to fix. So this is my message of sorrow. I am sorry for all the burning I've done. I can't express what I've let go and how much I miss it everyday. You know who you are. Maybe one day, you can forgive me. Maybe one day.