You don't know me...
I haven't seen you since you were 4 and 1. You're 16 and 7, respectively. I barely remember what you looked like. I wouldn't know you if I met you on the street and that scares me. That someday, I'll see you and I won't know it's you and you won't know it's me.
I feel guilty every day that I'm too chicken to even try to track you down.
I love you and I always have.