While yesterday was not a very elegant start, it was at least a start.
I have run the gauntlet of emotions, but the one I can say trumps them all is hurt. Regardless, I want to write to you. I want you to one day know what my very thoughts were on any particular day. While you did not think me worthy of an explaination, I still deem you an exclusive patron of my thoughts in hopes one day you will reconsider- even if another twenty years must pass.
Unconditional is just that.