A continuing list

I'm sorry, a million times I'm sorry.

I'd rather be miserable and in love, than happy and never known what it is to love you.

I'm still falling.

Why is it so hard?

When you said "Fuck you for doing this to me." I had already said it to myself 5 thousand times.

Hurting you kills me.

I miss you.

I love you.

It's not enough to say I love you, I know.

I know you need to be away from me for a while, but you said you can't just think of me as a friend.

I don't know what to do.