I'm sorry I'm awkward and anxious,

I'm sorry I stutter my words when I talk to your mother.

I'm bad at walking through the doors you hold open for me,

and I'm always hesitant to kiss you first.

I'm sorry sometimes I hold you too tight.

I'm sorry other times I'm scared to hold you at all.

I swear I love you,

I just don't know how to show it yet.