There’s always these reflective moments, when all the kicked up dust settles from the break up. That clarity that allows you to see full spectrum with no right or wrong kind of feeling. Oh, the regret, I feel. I could of gave you more.
Well you might argue I gave you too much, at once. I wish I would of just told you the little things that weren’t so little to me but I didn’t. Bottle it up until you explode girl. And boy did I. I just can’t help but feel like we sabotaged this together. Me with my lack explaining myself, expecting you react to me like some kind of mind reader when we both chose the lustful route first. There was no time to develop a deeper connection because our carnal prowess got the better of us.
I want a second chance. I want to be exactly who you need and after all the mistakes we made together, we learn, we grow together to try and make it work equally. I won’t give up until I try.