Remorse, regret, sorrow.
I'm so sorry. There's no way for me to apologize enough for what I did, and now that I see that you're moving on, it hurts a lot. I've created the situation I'm in now for myself, and I can't say that it's all bad, but I don't like it. I don't like not talking to you. I don't like not hanging out with you, I don't like not joking with you, I don't like not laying there with you wishing to God that the moment would never end.
But it did. And for that I am very sorry. If you read this, I want you to call me so I can talk to you. I don't expect things to work out, and I don't expect either of us to change, but I want you to at least know how I feel because now I do know. For all the times I said I don't know, I feel so stupid. Please, please understand. |
