Forgive me.

I wrote it down, a word for every heartbeat. A heartbeat for every memory.
Memories are said to be a reminder of what used to be.
But what are they when what used to be isn't what it should have been because I didn't play my part?
What are memories then, other than a painful reminder of how blind one can be?
So I wrote it down, every event that I misinterpreted, every word that I didn't understand, every time I pushed you away. For every word that was written another one was whispered; I'm sorry.

Yesterday remains as it was left, today is what we make of it, tomorrow is what we created today.

Today we can create a tomorrow that should have been yesterday. 

Now I know what I've should have known, I'm sorry.

Forgive me.