Homewrecker

I’m sorry if I’m always bothering you. I’m sorry if I got so attached to you, that I even tell you some of my dark secrets I tend to keep to myself. I’m sorry if I always want to talk to you, it’s just that I don’t feel as comfortable talking to someone else, but you. I’m sorry if I randomly call you. I just want to hear your voice, even though you don’t speak and tell stories as much as I do. I’m sorry if I’m hard to handle. I know there are nights when you get clueless about what I truly feel and that usually ends our conversation right away, but it’s okay. I’m sorry if I confused you. I confused you between me and her, when I know that the obvious answer would and will always be her. I’m sorry that I confessed. I’m sorry that I liked you, and might start loving you.

“ Our generation has lost the value of romance, the value of trust, the value of conversation. Sadly small talk is the new deep. ”