I’m sorry that I want to be near you…

I’m sorry that I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else…

I’m sorry that at night I search for you under the covers and an ache in my chest forms when I don’t find you…

I’m sorry I get lost into your blue gray eyes with speckles of lime green and orange around your pupil…

I’m sorry I love the feel of your beard against my face and my fingers touching your face…

I’m sorry for nuzzling your chest and kissing your collar bone and shoulders…

I’m sorry for how good your skin feels against mine…

I’m sorry for the perfect way my lips meet yours and fit together…

I’m sorry for the way our bodies seemed entwined, and I don’t know where you begin and where I end…

I’m sorry for the way I watch you and hold your hand in mine…

I’m sorry that when you leave my side for just a little something pulls me close to you…

I’m sorry for wanting to love you, and all of you, with all that I have…

I’m sorry… but you’re breaking my heart.