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Its been a minute... lots of catching up to do, but I have to do this first because it the most important.

This afternoon I was reading this article online about a man who was killed on I-80 last night in Albany and my mind immediately needed to learn the details of the story. What I didn't know at the time was the man who died was Miles Washington, husband to my play sister. It was hurtful to read it as this unknown anonymous person when that person has a family, has friends, has an identity. It hurts to know that my sis is in an immense amount of pain and regret over the loss of her husband, her friend, her family. Regret is hard to overcome and it is a work in progress to handle if you have a conscience or strong morals and/or beliefs.

I have been sitting here, wondering about my own situation, my own regrets with regards to the one I was last in love with. So imperial how he is now just a memory, but what lies within those memories are an abundance of great times, love, friendship, regard, fights, mean/hurtful words said, and abandonment. I wish we could have gotten through the worst and ended up as friends. Despite anything negative I have said, I never meant for it to be our undoing.I can't change the past though... I can just say that I will always love you friend, and if something ever happened to me or you, I want us to go knowing that I love you and that I never meant to hurt you. Never meant to bring the worst out of our friendship but rather the best and that I am sorry I failed.

I just needed to get that out. I needed to say that because our days aren't promised. RIP Miles... your love you gave to Maria will always be cherished.