I am sorry. You don't need that. You don't need my apology. None of us needed that. But i've been to heaven and circling back to hell. I've seen deaths and died, brought back to life and dragged all the way up to here. To the very same spot i've been occupied for maybe a year or two. Watching you going through all of things that you told me about, to all the things that you don't tell me anymore. I can't say i am happy for you. But it's not like i want things getting worse for you too.

But let me put it this way,
i am sorry,
for every time that i wasn't who you thought i am.

I wouldn't wish for you to be happy, i am not a goody two shoes. But i won't wish you hell either.

But i do, wish you a life. I wish you a life, in all it's glory, with it's rollercoaster and hysterical madness. It's two am laughter which is the best kind of laugh.

Hope you live life, Atticus.

Good bye.