Dear James,
It’s been 30 days since we met at the CES, but it feels like an eternity.
I remember our brief interaction—the badge scan, the quick exchange of smiles, and the promise of follow-up. Yet, somehow, amidst the chaos…
I let you slip through my fingers. You were perfect. A promising lead with so much potential. I dreamed the things we could do together, the insights we’d share, and the triumphs we’d celebrate. But I failed you…
My tools weren’t enough. My spreadsheets were messy, my follow-up late. And now, you’re gone.
We could have been more than just a fleeting interaction.
Please know, it wasn’t you. It was me.
Forever regretful,
Mary K