Without Rain

It's been 113 days since we last talked. And I remember it perfectly. I remember the way you walked towards my car and the way you smiled when you got in my car. And how badly I just wanted you to kiss me. Again. But I know what happened between us was my fault, and I live with the biggest regret everyday. Because you were the best thing that walked into my life last year. And I fucked it up, I fucked it up, I fucked it up. I am dying everyday on the inside because even though no one else's so how sensitive you are you let me in and trusted me and I broke it. I wish you would accept my apology. No I wish you would talk to me and tell me how you feel I don't care what you have to say. I just want to know you care.