Forgive me, for not seeing the
dullness of your eyes each progressing time we were as one. The lights were
sufficiently bright it practically made me trust that your eyes were sparkling
with merriment. Forgive me, for having been excessively needy when all you needed
was companionship. I didn’t intend to gag you from your freedom yet you see I
was deceived of what you truly needed from me.
Forgive me, for offering everything to you and it made you feel
remorseful. It made you feel remorseful to the point of not having any desire
to part ways with me out of pity. I know now I’m not the individual
who your heart was yearning for the whole span we were as one. It took me a
month to acknowledge that… Honestly, I am yet attempting to acknowledge that.