Trapped in my tiny human brain and it’s killing me.

I forgot to tell you that I was shit. The whole time our story was ending I could only see it through the first-person lens and didn't see your heart breaking, yearning for the same things mine was until a year had passed and our line was dead. I forgot, until just now, 5 beers deep, that you were, are, the only person on this whole plant that saw me. And loved me. And I was shit.

I forgot to say, "Sorry".