That was one of those unexpected deep talks, between me and him. I don't remember how exactly we got to that topic but I remember how I was sorry... for him.
"Oh my God! Today is his birthday"
"Have you said happy birthday to him?"
"Uhm..."
"Have you called him?"
"Uhm..."
"..."
"No, I haven't"
"Why? you should. Before you regret it"
"... I'm sorry"
"You know that mine has passed away right?"
"Well, yeah, that's why I'm sorry"
I'm sorry, that you miss yours.
I'm sorry, that you might think I abandon mine"
But I'm no longer sorry for myself, or him.
Because the sad part is... I'm not sure I will ever regret it.
I'm sorry.