| I'm sorry that I've caused you nothing but pain. I'm sorry that I told you I loved you as more than your adopted little sister. I'm sorry that I came up to Austin that Thursday and let you snog me. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you through your panic attacks. I'm sorry that I couldn't control myself, and that you couldn't control yourself, and that we had phone sex and enjoyed each other's bodies in the back of my car. I'm sorry my mom's a bitch and won't let us be together. I'm sorry that I couldn't walk away before my mom forced us to walk away. I'm sorry that I'm naive and not strong enough to stand up for what I want and need.
Know that this is tearing me apart inside. I'm slowly dying. I love you with everything I am. I know you're suffering, and there's nothing more I want right now than to hold you and make you better.
But I'm not the one for you. My heart may say so, and hell, your heart might too. But we aren't. You're 26, I'm 17. You were right all along. Age does matter. But still. I'm so very much in love with you. |
