You forgave me. You didn't say the words. I know you're never going to.
I remember once when I tried to apologize and you said that you didn't want to hear it. You gave me some bullshit about how if you haven't brought it up that it wasn't worth fighting over. I hated that response. Your answer for dealing with all your problems. You only do confront what you think is out of control.
But it's the little things. All those things that tend to get out of control. It's all those times we could have talked things out. All those times we could have yelled at each other and told one another that it was over. It was a lot of those. How I wish we could have talked all those times.
The truth is it wasn't really bullshit after all. I guess it never did get out of control. And you didn't want to fight because all you wanted to do was forget. Words are words. Some people just need time and I get that.
I guess you hate to hear sorry like we do.
One of these days I'll say I'm sorry anyway. Just because I know you'd understand me when I say it.
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