I wish I could tell you that I wasn’t thinking (I was). I wish I could say that it’s over and done with, that it will never happen again (because you and I both know it will). And I wish that you didn’t have to hurt because of what I did (because if I could, I’d take all the pain away, even if it meant that I’d suffer). But I do not wish to regret (I never will, hopefully). I do not wish to take it back (because, as mean as I may sound, I am whole now). I do not wish that you never walked into my life (even though you may be wishing that, I am too much of a selfish person to wish that). And I know that I’m confusing the fuck out of you right now (but I am so confused). I am so so sorry (no words can express the sentiment). And I know you may never want to speak to me again (I wouldn’t speak to myself). But, when push comes to shove, I hope that you can forgive me (then maybe I can begin to forgive myself).