i wish i told you (that it's not your fault, it never was your fault in all the ways you told yourself to stay i know you thought about my happiness every single time)
i wish i knew better (than to do what i did, than to take it out on you as if it wasn't my problem but yours, as if i was the victim and i did nothing wrong)
i wish i never held you back (never tried to keep you to myself, but i realized too late when you left that i wasn't loving you the way i was supposed to, that i became the kind of lover i told myself i wouldn't become)
it's been almost four months and there are times where i miss you a lot. i can't say sorry enough for what i did, and i'm not sure if i'm forgiven (and that it's okay whether or not i am), but i hope that you're doing okay and that you're happy.