I admit it. Finally.
I hurt you first and I don’t know how you still give a fuck about me. I hurt you and you tried to get over it… but that shit was a big deal. No matter what I say, there is no way to prove my actions were not set on hurting you. Yet, that does not change the fact that you were hurt emotionally in the process. I can not sit here and say I love you without acknowledging the fact that you were hurt by the only person who should not have. Thank you for still talking to me. Thank you for being there still after all that. I understand now. I made it all about me me me for so fucking long that i completely ignored the fact that you were coping in your own way … alone.
Gosh, im such a fucking dick.