If I had one more day with you, I’d tell you I am sorry. Sorry for all the things I said that hurt you or made you question your worth. Sorry if I didn’t show up in the ways you needed me to. Sorry I never told you how much I loved you. Sorry if I didn’t say it enough when that’s all you needed to hear. Sorry I was selfish with my time and my priorities and neglected your needs. 

If I had one more day with you, I’d tell you I love you, clearly, without fear or hesitation.

If I had one more day with you, I’d tell you I forgive you. I forgive you for all the ways you couldn’t understand me and all the ways you made me feel difficult to love. I forgive the words you said in anger and the times your ego spoke louder than your heart. I forgive you for the distance and the silence that kept stretching between us. I forgive you for not knowing how to show up when I needed you most.

If I had one more day with you, I’d tell you the things I was so afraid to say. I’d tell you the secrets I hid from you. I’d tell you about the dreams I never shared with you and the fears that held me back. I’d tell you about all the times I felt strong and all the times I felt weak. I’d tell you about my last heartbreak and my last date that made me laugh again. I’d tell you the little stories, the big confessions, the details that felt too small or too much. I’d tell you everything. 

If I had one more day with you, I’d fill it with honesty because now I know that vulnerability is not weakness, it’s connection and now I know that waiting for the right time is a myth and I wish I had given you more of me while I still could.

If I had one more day with you, I’d let it all go because holding on to the pain only kept me close to the bitterness and away from you. 

If I had one more day with you, I’d tell you I love you, clearly, without fear or hesitation.

If I had one more day with you, I’d make it right or at least I’ll try.