Did she ever hold you in her arms like I do? Play with your hair, talk baseball, support you in everything you do, love you unconditionally, text you every morning? I’m sure she didn’t, but I do.
I’m sorry, sorry for all the tears, the words I never meant, the fights, pointless bickering, all the times I’ve ever done something wrong. I’d take it all back if I could. I’m sorry.
I’m a girl, I cry a lot, I overreact too much, I’m over my head in insecurities and bad thoughts, I get mad too often but I’ll always love you with my whole heart, more than any girl has and will.