We had a wonderful time together. We laughed, held hands, reminisced, drank together, and sang songs at the top of our lungs without giving a s*** who heard us. Making love to you is something that I’ll always hang on to, and regardless of my current engagement to another man, it will always be one of the best days of my life. And that’s why I’m apologizing.
I may have hurt you. I will never ask you about it because I know you will never be honest with me about it. But in the event that I have, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I started something that I can never finish, and I left you hanging. I’m sorry you compromised your values to consummate a high school crush, and I’m sorry that you and I will ultimately never be together. I love my fiancee, contrary to the implications of my behavior. I’m sorry that I, in a sense, led you on and stoked a flame that will never burn fully.
Even worse than all that, I’ve damaged myself. I now feel jealousy towards people who have someone who was never mine. Although I am, to a certain extent, glad we finally had a day together that was…wow, I still intend to spend the rest of my life with another man, faithfully. I’m sorry I cheated on him with you. I’m sorry to the both of you.