I'm sorry for caring so much more than you do. I'm sorry for not letting go. I'm sorry for being selfish and childish. I'm sorry for letting myself go crazy. I'm sorry, so fucking sorry, that I didn't speak up before it was too late.
I'm sorry that I didn't let you cut me out of your life when you needed to. I'm sorry that you had to take care of me. I'm sorry that I was so disgusting, that to you I still am - that's my fault. I'm sorry that I wasn't pretty enough or mature enough or old enough or practical enough. I'm sorry that my favorite color is pink and that to you that makes me a child. I'm sorry that my hair wasn't the way you like and that I wanted you to love me.
Once you said that you still missed me and that you didn't regret it. That was awhile ago and I still cling to it, even though I know it's mostly not true anymore, if at all. I'm sorry I keep thinking about you. I wish I was strong enough to leave you alone.
I'm not sorry I met you, but I'm sorry you met me.