I don't know if any of this matters, but I need to say it anyway.

I could say
"I'm sorry",
but it wouldn't mean more
than the "I love you"s
I faked.

I don't know much about
what makes your eyes light up,
or what you think about at 3AM.

I do know that you aren't much for words,
but for me you tried.

I know you once told me
food tasted better when you were
with me.

I know your favourite song is
Scar Tissue,
and that you play guitar.

I also know that you were not sure of me
either.


Back then, I would have told you I loved you
to keep you around.
Because I was
scared.

Today, I would tell you I love you
because I mean it.
Because you bring out
the best in me.


I do not know many things.

But I am sure that I have made a mess.

I am sure that I miss you like hell, and I was wrong.

I don't know if any of this mattered, but I needed to say it anyway.