I don't know a lot of things-- like how to pass a math class or how to lie to people or how not to talk when it's in my best interests to keep my mouth shut.
And not knowing those things might be okay, but what isn't okay is hiding things from you and not being honest with anyone, not even myself.
What wasn't okay was not letting you know exactly how I felt when I felt it.
What wasn't okay was how stupid I was to think the way I thought.
What wasn't okay was how ****** I am because you knew something was wrong so you went out of your way to make it better and I didn't deserve it, not for a second, but you still did it and I had no idea that you had so much on your mind because of one stupid thing that I did in one stupid moment.
And I'm never going to be able to apologize enough for all the things that I don't know about, but if you still want to try to fix us, I still want to try to fix us.
Cause I think we could be okay this time.
I don't know what came over me yesterday. I love you. I love you more than the ocean loves the shoreline and the moon loves the sun and the birds love the trees, and I love you more than any stupid metaphor that any cliche poet has ever written (especially the ones I just mentioned) and I love you more than I've ever loved anyone and I'm sorry and I'm sorry and I'm sorry...