Dear Edith
A part of me hopes you'll never find this, and I'm ashamed to admit that I only know small bits about your life
That's the reason I tried to hide all of this so well. When she left, she left a hole bigger than her stature would imply
A hole so big, I couldn't luster the courage to cross it
A hole so big, I couldn't see you waiting for me on the other side
If you're the one reading this, I hope this box brings you some insight into why I acted the way I did
Not as an excuse, just as an explanation