To You

I'm sorry. Things are over, done with, and I keep bringing up in.

In my writing, my words, my posts, I keep reminding you that I'm not happy about what happened. I wish there was a way I could turn back time. I wish a little blue box will come by and take me back in time so I can warn myself not to do it.

Don't fall for the girl obsessed with video games. Fight the urges you have to talk to her all the time. Let your feelings grow on the girl who tastes of cigarettes, not her. Enjoy the friendship of the girl you met on tumblr. Don't grow attached to her.

But I did. And unfortunately, there is no way to turn back time.

And every time I mention even once that it's hard to go back to just friends, you somehow end up hearing it and I continue to hurt you and guilt you without wanting to. It's the last I want to do.
I'm so sorry for everything.

From this day forth, I plan to continue as your friend. I'm not moving on, although I know there are people who can help me do it. My feelings will still be there, but I will not dread on them. I'll ignore them as best as I can, just as I did for months.

I've done it before. I can do it again.

I'm sorry for hurting you. For guilt-tripping you. For everything I have ever done.

- Amber.