If I could turn back the hands of time

If only I could turn back the hands of time.

I promise to be a better person. I promise to treat everyone better. I promise to treasure what's important and what's not. I promise not to do anymore bad things in God's eyes. I promise to lead a clean, alcohol-free life. I promise to be more serious about school and my term papers. I promise to cherish those times we had together before he was taken away from me. I promise to take Stan the Man to more places and do more things before his death.

But reality is, I can't, because it's over and there's nothing I can do to bring those times and Stan the Man back again.

Yes, I was harsh in my previous posts and I really did hate you at that moment. But isn't so much hate always the result of so much wounded love? I hated you because I really did love you. But it seems like we are just not meant to be. Nevertheless, I still believe in this virtue called hope, the only thing that keeps us sane in times like these, a ray of light we can constantly look towards.

Come back, because I miss you so.

I'm sorry for everything.