if you come across it one day

somehow I hope the words get to you. sooner than later but definitely one day.

I'm sorry for meaning what I said that night. The thing is I spoke everything that needed to be said, and it needed to be heard. But I wish it wasn't said, and would have never been heard. Thank you for holding my hand.

I'm sorry I can't give you what you want. I feel sorry I can't give myself what I want either. Thank you for the times in which we let our hearts not heads direct.

we were always in color, there was never just black and white. The extremes were all that existed.

yet you somehow were the one to make me feel steady and content.

I haven't felt that in some time now.

There's much to have to miss.