I’m sorry for all of the poems I wrote about you before I even knew if you were worth it or not. I am sorry for creating a person in my head that had your face but was not you. I’m sorry for trying to make you into something you did not want to be. I’m sorry for every night I stayed awake imagining you were laying beside me because the truth is I don’t know anything about you. And the words that I’ve spoken for you are not your words. I’m sorry for falling in love with the idea of you and not giving myself the chance to fall in love with you.