I’m sorry if I made you feel anything less than worthy. I think about the day when you yelled at me. You screamed, “Am I worthy of such a love?” I said you are. “Do I deserve your love?” I said nothing. NOTHING. Regret. Such devastating regret. My dear, I don’t know when to stop writing to you. I feel as though this letter is my last string tied to your soul. I have been pulling at it as long as I could. But now, what else can I say? I’m sorry. I truly am. I ruined my life because of fear. I used to think I ruined yours. I didn’t. I ruined one possible life of yours. I now realize that G-d sets in place many paths with many different outcomes. Well, besides death, which apparently is inevitable. I burnt off one road. But you simply turned left. I, on the other hand, burnt all of the paths in front of me. So, I took the road that went in circles. It kept coming back to the ashy dirt roads. The roads I burnt.