Day after day I'm missing you. Week after week I'm forgetting you. Month after month I'm moving on. Year after year I'm regretting the moment I met you.

I'm sorry for loving you, I'm sorry that I cared, I'm sorry for holding onto you but our love was rare. I'm sorry for thinking you felt the same, I'm sorry for trying to make you stay but I really wanted you there. Most of all I'm sorry that I gave my hopes up, sorry that I thought you felt the same.

I didn't stop loving you. I just stopped showing it because no matter how hard I try to show you that you mean the world to me, to you I'm just another person out there.

And now I'm living in the past with all these regrets. Looking at all the chances I was too afraid to take and the people I was too scared to admit my feelings to. Life is moving on but I still can't let go off all these regrets.

Days will have to drag on longer, but eventually I will stop thinking about you.

I wish you would open your eyes and realize what you have before it's gone. You keep pushing me away from you and every time I have to fight my way back in. The fight in me is slowly dying and once it's gone, I'll be gone too, and I won't be coming back.