I almost called you last night. I was on my way back from a gathering of my "friends" and I was a little tipsy. On the way home I nearly drove to your house instead. I wanted to, but I was afraid you'd turn me away or just not answer the door. It was 2 in the morning, but I had a feeling you were up. We are natural night people, you and I.

Instead I went home and went to bed. I slept horrible just like I have for the last nine months. I didn't take a sleeping pill for fear of the mixture with the wine I had.

Today I watched an episode of Bones and it made me really depressed. Bones went through a roller coaster of emotions and realized what she was denying. She really did love Booth and she had missed her chance. She cried. I cried. I don't want to have regrets.

Have we missed our chance? Is there no saving us?

On the other hand I tried. I gave you my all. 100% of everything I was. You gave me only promises that were broken as soon as they were made. Why should I feel regret when I did all I could do? I gave you chance after chance but still you chose to lie and hurt me.

Despite all that I still love you. I always will.