My Dearest Xxxxxxxx,
I spent this night writing two letters. One I will never send you and one that I will. The silence between us has given me a lot to think about. I have searched every aspect of my life and found myself lacking.
Have I hit rock bottom once more? Yes, I have.
In one letter, a confession. In the other, a lie. The confession is not something I am proud off, but I do not fear the consequence. I do not believe that it makes me any less of the man that stands before you.
The lie, an attempt at redeeming myself. An excuse, a pathetic one.
So I packed one letter and I burned the other. I will see you soon. It is only a matter of days now.