Sorry

I wish there was a meter or gauge or chart somewhere that told me what I needed to do to let someone know that I was sorry. Like how big the letters on the sign needed to be, or how many banner pulling planes I should charter.

I'd do it. All of it. Ten times over.

It hurts to know that people are happier not seeing you or talking to you. But the hurt is small consolation in knowing they are happy.

Even though I've hurt, I wish all the happiness now that I'm gone.

If me being gone takes even an ounce of the hurt away, then I'll go to the other side of the world to help make you happy, and be there for years if not ever.