Last weekend was amazing. It's been almost 2 years since I saw you, held you, enjoyed you, made love to you. I was a nervous wreck to see you. Finding out that you missed me to even after everything we have been through was heart wrenching. You told me you missed me. I knew that you meant you still loved me. I said I was sorry, yet I don't think it was enough. I told you everything has changed. My body, my looks, and my title. Lips of an Angel played through this messy head of mine.
When I left the first time, I cried. When I left the second time, I cried. Finally, when I left this time, I cried. I held your shirt in my hands and let all the pain, anger, and fear run down my cheeks.
Then we fought again. Just like old times. Again. Then it was over.
Now reflecting back on my apologies as we held each other while the sun light was breeching the windows, I didn't know what I was truly apologizing for: disrespect. MY lack of respect for you was our downfall. It led you to believe that I didn't love you.
I do love you.
