The 2 A.M. Ghost

Dear Delyara, It’s that hour again. The one where all the mistakes I made ten years ago come back to haunt me. Why did I say that thing at that party? Why did I let that person walk away? The silence of the night makes my regrets sound like thunder. But tonight, I’m writing them down to get them out of my head. I’m realizing that the person who made those mistakes doesn't exist anymore. I’ve grown. I’ve changed. I am giving myself permission to sleep. The ghosts can stay here in the archive; they aren't allowed in my dreams.