Terribly Sorry... I Guess...

It’s been a long time coming, but I had to tell you that I’m sorry… I guess.

I’m sorry that I didn’t realize what was really going on. I’m sorry that I let you in. I’m even sorry that I let you know how big of a deal it was for me to let you in.

I’m sorry that I still think you would’ve been better off. Perfect? That’d be ridiculous, but better off? I suppose that’s relative too, but given how things turned out I think the argument could be made.

I’m also sorry that for some reason I still give a damn.

I can’t tell you any of this, of course, so I’m sorry for that too.

I’m sorry I still occasionally find my mind wandering to you. Part of me is sorry it ever happened, but then another part is sorry for that.

I think I’m sorry that nothing I did ever ended up being enough for you.

I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.

And I’m sorry that even if I had realized it, it probably wouldn’t have changed anything.

But mostly, I’m sorry that I’d do it all again.

So, I’m terribly sorry for being me.

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