Here's the thing.

I know we fought
I know that you don't feel good about what happened
And so do I.

I'm sorry for not saying this infront of your face
I can't
I'm tired of getting my sentences pushed out of the way
So I decided not to talk.

If you read this, you probably think I'm asleep
But I'm not.
How could I sleep when my heart is heavy
And my brain produces thoughts
Like a pendulum that never stops

I'm sorry.

I don't know how to expound on apologies

Maybe apologies aren't meant to be expounded.

This is not a poem.
This is a letter.
This is something that I can never finish.
Because this letter will go on as long as we're together.

So here's to 6 months.
Here's to fights and arguments,
To tears and happiness,
To hugs and kisses.