Rolling the dice.

No more apologies, for it was my fault.

I can't prioritize my relationship with the one I loved. I can't write anything to even clear out anything else. My mind is drowned with alcohol and sleepless nights. Top it off with dosages of paracetamol.

I can't say I want you back. Nor can I create any more words to sweeten up our days. I never did regret that you were one I loved, but I can't say that you are my all, for it only exists in song and a means of getting the girl closer.

I can't become the man you want to be. Though many would pork with stuff that would tell me that I should be able to change and adapt to my girl, I'm sorry, I can't. Pessimistic? No, inevitable.

I hope you find a guy greater than me, smarter than me, sweeter than me, better than me, more handsome than me, loving than me, just plain opposite me.

I apologize for rushing things. I guess it's just not our time yet.

People made me smile, but you always did make me happy. See you around.

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