Apologies.
Admitting something that’s wrong, that’s the hard part.
As I write this, my mind whorls.
How could I have been so stupid?

No amount of “sorry” could ever make things right again.
Damn me to hell if I said that I didn’t feel anything for you.
Because I do.
And just because I say that doesn’t make it right.

Countless times I have let you down.
Made you feel bad.
And countless times you’ve forgiven me.
Why?

I don’t know.
By this time, I thought we would’ve been split apart.
Torn apart.
I would beg for you to come back, I hope you know.

Love.
A funny emotion,
One that rips me every which way,
One that puts me back together again.
You are my love.

I pray that you forgive me.
Though I understand if you don’t.
It was a terrible idea.

No longer am I going to be this way.
Last time I said I’d work on it.
This time, I’m saying I’ll do it.
I’ll give up the world for you.

As I write this,
My thoughts swim.
Every touch, every feel,
Every brush of our shoulders,
Those kisses,
I’ll remember them.

Even after we say good-bye.