I’m sorry for everything that has happened between us, and I’m sorry that I can’t take any of it back.
I’m sorry that the more days we spend apart, the more my arms long to wrap themselves around your neck one last time.
I’m sorry that the long conversations we used to have all night were never truly long enough.
I’m sorry that I can’t find it in me to remember what your voice used to sound like when you said my name.
And I’m sorry that I never realized what you meant to me until I finally lost you forever.
But most of all, I’m not sorry for what we went through because no one else would have gone through it with me.
I’m not sorry that the feeling of your arms around my waist were the only thing that could keep me calm.
I’m not sorry that those long conversations gave me enough time to open my heart up to you.
I’m not sorry that I never liked my name until I heard the way it escaped from your lips.
And after all of this, I’m not sorry…
that I love you.