I’m not convinced.
You can tell me a thousand times that it’s okay, that you’re fine. But I’m never going to agree with you. I felt awful when it happened and I still feel just as bad. Every time I see you, all I feel is guilt and pain. I hate feeling like it’s all my fault. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, but I can’t live like this. I can’t keep crying over this. All I know is if there was any way for me to take it back, and hurt myself instead of you, I would. I’d put myself where you are if the roles could be switched. But they can’t, I can’t change anything. The worst part of all this to me is, I feel like I’ve lost you for good. You’ll say everything’s okay, and nothing’s changed. But I already know it has, everything has. I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t shut me out. I don’t really know what to say. I’m just really sorry. And I love you.