I look back on all of our conversations and all I see are apologies. They were all one sided. Pleas, really. They fell from my mouth, and escaped through my fingers. I lost them. They left me to meet you. The regret was everywhere. I fell into its puddles often. You said you were sorry once-- no, twice. I will not apologize. You fell once. I got up twice. If I dug deep enough maybe I would find them again and slowly take my apologies back. They shouldn't belong to you.