Damn, I didn't send you a postcard. I passed a few shops, you know, & even went in, but although I looked at the postcards, I didn't buy one. I don't think I even considered it.
But I did think of you! You were on my mind when I saw the sights, I was thinking it would be fun if you were here. We would've had a great time. & that's it, really - I was just having such a great time, I didn't want to interrupt it to have to say "I'm having a great time!" on a postcard.
Still, I should've sent you one. I usually do. Funny thing - the last time I sent you a postcard - do you remember? - I got home before the postcard arrived! I think you even said, "You could just buy a postcard & give it to me, you don't have to send it." & we laughed.
But I didn't even buy a postcard this trip. It just slipped my mind, I guess. & I know I should've done so. There really is no excuse.
You're acting cool about it, but I think you're quite hurt. Maybe this slight of mine is unforgivable. I obviously can't go back & get a postcard, but I hope you can see how much this is tearing me up. I'm sorry.
& I can't say it more: I really, really should've sent you a postcard.
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