I’m sorry for caring too much.

I’m sorry for not caring enough.

I’m sorry I couldn’t always say the right thing.

I’m sorry that the words you shoved into my mouth wouldn’t fit right, and just came out like slush dribbling down my chin.

I’m sorry that I always let you be right in order to keep the peace, but peace meant silence and forced conversation.

I’m sorry I gave up on our arguments so easily.

I’m sorry that you were so stubborn that I was the one who had to apologize even when I didn’t do anything wrong, because I wanted things to be okay again.

I’m sorry that I felt that I only made you happy when I was arguing with you.

I’m sorry for feeling guilty whenever I couldn’t give you what you wanted.

I’m sorry that you wanted so much, but had convinced me it was barely anything at all.

I’m sorry you made me think that I was always wrong, no matter what.

I’m sorry I let you twist and bend and warp my feelings like silly putty, and expected to be okay afterwards.

I’m sorry that the line got blurred between okay and not okay, and how heated arguments and wet tears at midnight were read as small miscommunications.

I’m sorry that I always let you lure me back in, trip me and suck me into a black hole of guilt.

I’m sorry I didn’t stay away the first time I left you.

I’m sorry I can’t look you in the eyes anymore.

I’m sorry you don’t even realize what you did was wrong.

But I’m not sorry that I haven’t spoken to you since last year.