I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. About a lot of things. I’m sorry I lead you on. I apologize for not making my intent clear right from the beginning. I’m sorry that somewhere along the way, we stopped enjoying the moment and planning the future. I’m sorry I didn’t stop you when I should have. I’m sorry I was too afraid to hurt you every day, so I did it all at once in the end. I’m sorry that instead of communicating to you how I really felt about the situation, I swept it under the carpet, hoping if it was out of sight it would be out of my mind too. I’m sorry because I assumed you were on the same page as I was, or that I refused to see that you weren’t. I’m sorry I was too afraid to confront my feelings. I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to say that I didn’t love you, the way you loved me. I got used to you. Being with you was comfortable and easy. I didn’t have to try, I didn’t have to be somebody or attempt new things, and you accepted me for who I was. Being with you became second nature