Dear Maura,
I don't know why I'm writing this letter, it actually seems silly as I'm sitting here but I don't know if there's any other way of telling you this. Because of the way I've acted and the way I've treated you I'll never see you again. It's weird how I allowed the best thing in my life to pass me by because I was too cowardice to admit that I loved you as more than a friend. Then you became sick. To anyone this should've been motivation for me to tell you, to admit that I loved you more than one should love another. Despite your attempts to push me away so that I couldn't see you lose your hair or strength from chemo, I stayed because I loved you but I never once said it. Maybe if I had I wouldn't be sitting here alone in an empty hospital room writing all the things I wish I had the courage to say to your face. That day you walked away I should've followed you. I shouldn't have let you get in that car and I shouldn't have let you drive away. As I watched your retreating taillights something in me told me that would be the last time I would see you. But I thought you would stop speaking to me, or not going to lunch with me anymore I never thought I was watching you drive to your death. I never knew...I never knew that while I was being angry with you, you were being side swiped by a truck. You were dying while I declared over and over again how much I hated you when we both know that wasn't true. Maura you were only love and there's nothing in this world I wouldn't give to bring you back to me. What I wouldn't give to turn back the hands of time...