I’m sorry.
Not for the act, certainly. I’d do it again tomorrow.
But for the result.
I didn’t cast the first stone.
But, I certainly cast the final one.
And, I miss them.
Sometimes.
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Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
I know that feeling all too well. I miss mine too. Sometimes. I’m sorry you’re having to go through it. Hope your day gets better.
What happened??! You OK? Did you get into a fight with a friend? You OK?
Don’t know what this refers to (feel I’m not meant to), but it is powerful, nonetheless. Hope things are okay with you.
This is beautifully-written. I can relate to part of this. Thanks.