Of all days….
Nothing I say or do is going to make everything better right? No matter how much I cry, or beg to talk to you, you’re just not going to care anymore right? Nothing I say is making anything better, right? I don’t know man. I just want us to go back to how things were. Back to the days when I can talk to you about ANYTHING. Absolutely anything. Or do Anything. Back when simply being with you is enough to brighten up my day because I knew for a fact that you would always be there, loving me the same as I love you.
Maybe I’m just being delusional right now. Maybe after everything I’ve done. All the shit that I’ve done. Every bit of anger and sadness I caused you to feel. I just thought that everything would go back to normal.
Maybe I just never expected you to stop caring. Caring about anything at all. Caring about me, what i say, what i do.
Maybe I just expected to much from a high school relationship. I should have known we’re both not at the maturity level needed to keep the passion alive even throughout countless arguments.
Maybe the issues on the arguments just became too much. Too much for even someone like you to handle. I should be able to understand how you could get fed up.
I just don’t want you to get fed up with me. I know that’s selfish, but I just want to be able to easily call you mine. Mine. Do you remember how we went whole nights arguing who loved who more? I remember those days. Now it’s just an argument. No love. No passion. No care whatsoever. Just an argument. I just expected too much.
I thought that you would have a neverending river of patience for me. Boy was I wrong. I should have known that you would get fed up of me. I’m sorry I made all the wrong decisions I did. I’m human after all right? I try to become the perfect girlfriend for you- all in hopes of making you proud to call me yours. But I’m sorry I’m not.
I’m sorry for a lot of things man.
I’m sorry for lying. A LOT.
I’m sorry for being too attached (I know that’s annoying)
I’m sorry for not sensing when you’re mad. (I can’t read your mind)
I’m sorry for continuing to try to be cuddly when you’re mad. (Like by putting my head on your shoulder today)
I’m sorry that I misinterpret things, and become “lies”.
I’m sorry I didn’t get you your birthday present. (I wanted to get it in New York & I was trying to save up for a platinum, waterproof, and shockproof Cassio for your 18th birthday).
I’m sorry I overanalyze everything. That’s probably where everything went wrong.
I’m sorry I stopped you from hanging out with Evelyn. (but you would have understood if you were in my position)
I’m sorry I hang out with Azero too much. (I remember how many problems that caused… and still cause)
I’m sorry you don’t care anymore. (it’s my antics that caused you to not care anymore)
I’m sorry but I can’t go on anymore. I need to stop before I do something stupid.
