It was a cold day in september...
It was a cold day in september, you sent me a letter.
I looked at it with cold eyes and threw it into a box, not caring what you had to say anymore. After what you did to me, I didn't know how I would ever be able to forgive you.
I stomped around, childish as I was, but didn't open your letter. I forgot about it for years, but when I was cleaning a couple of weeks ago, I found it again.
Being more mature, I opened it. Because I had forgiven you not that long ago.
As the lines flew past, I tried to comprehend what you were telling me, what was written on this paper.
We know you have moved on in your life, and saying sorry would never be enough. We hurt you. We betrayed you. We are sorry."
I could see some smudges in the ink, had you been crying?
"Your father is dying, and I'm afraid that I'll follow him soon after his death. But remember that no matter what happened, we always loved you.
Remember that time when your father couldn't find you in the mall? When you decid