For me.

Have you ever just shared your feelings with someone?

Straight up told them “this is it!”.

I never did, well, not till now. Not till you.

Not till this courage seeped through my veins and called out for me to yell…

though waiting for you was pure torture.

I hung onto every word you said so tightly, because that was all I had left of some distant, tattered, memory that I created for us.

For me.

And this was all for me, but then for you, and everything I pretended that we could be, once upon a time, when you said you cared for me... did you ever really care for me?

But don’t answer that, please.

I only wanted to take your worry: steal it away and let you sleep. Peacefully dream, so when you'd “g2g to bed” and rest, I'd know that you’re life would be okay.

I wouldn’t add to it my heavy heart, wouldn’t hand you a trouble that you don’t need.

Just another one to think about...

Now add to your pile of my apologies.