I’m screwing things up. I just wish things could go back to the way they were two weeks ago. When all you would do is smile and laugh, and I wouldn’t be making you cry and upsetting you with every single one of my outbursts at what you say. You need to understand that I can’t not be sorry. I am, because it kills me to know that I’m killing you on the inside. I’m struggling to get my head and emotions together, I just hope that the damage I’ve done can be reversed. I need to fix your heart before you can fix mine – hopefully it’s still beating for us.
