I called you today. You didn’t answer and I wish you did. I wish you did so I could tell you how sorry I am that I let you be my happiness. I am sorry that I let you pull me so deep into your embrace only to push me away. I am sorry that I can’t lay down with you and forget that I did. I am sorry that I said I loved you that night and that I believed that you meant it. I am sorry that I breathed for you and me when I should have been breathing for me. I am sorry I let you kiss me that day because I thought that what I felt for you was the same as how you felt for me. I am sorry that our memories that once was so prominent is now fading. I am sorry that I am awake past midnight trying to remember how it felt when you would guide me through a crowd with your hand on my waist like I was yours. I am sorry that I couldn’t be your secret. And I am sorry you chose her over me.