I called you, and that was good we hadn't spoken for several days, and it felt good, though tiring, to hear you again. Your voice reminded me of the things I missed about you, and nostalgia made me think of how it was with you at first. Then you told me about _him_, and it was the _things_ that I called you! I don't regret being angry, I had the right. I don't regret losing you, though I do sometimes miss what I felt when I was with you. I don't even regret sleeping with your friend, at least no as far as you and I are concerned. But it was a mistake to say those things. And I am sorry.