I'v been thinking.
Of you.
I can't help regretting, but
how have you been?
Is
life treating you well?
How many mistakes have you made so far?
Or, have
you not counted?
How many times have you laughed?
How many times have you
smiled?
Do you regret everything?
Sorry.
For all the questions, I
mean.
After all, I'm not perfect.
I never will be.