Richard
Dear Richard,
It's way past midnight. It's dark and cold outside.
Been sitting on this couch, writing and tearing papers. The bin is almost full with balls of crumpled papers but I still can't find the right words to say. The right words to express how sorry I am.
So, I won't say sorry. But I'll tell you how much I hate myself for what I did to you. Leaving you. Ghosting you. Letting you deal with the loss of Roman alone. That must have been hard.
But you are strong on your own. You've always been. You are the strongest sibling. That's what Roman used to say about you. The strong and smart one. The one that finds solutions to problems. The one that strives to find the light at the end of the tunnel. Even when there's no sign of light at the end of the tunnel.
I miss you, Rich
