If only you said sorry.

He never apologised.

Yes, you. You never apologised. You never apologised for coming into my life and leaving without saying goodbye. You never apologised for being around but never staying. You never did. You never apologised for not being ready and yet acting like you knew when you'd be. You never apologised. You never apologised for that time you kissed me in the middle of the road and acted like it meant nothing, afterward. Maybe it did but, you never apologised. You never apologised for that time that you came over to my house and I baked for you, something I only do when I'm depressed, and yet you took it like a hobby. You never apologised for having relationships with my entire family while ours was suffering, suffocating. You never apologised. You never apologised for that one time you slept over, slit inside of me, only to get out within seconds because well...we couldn't. You never apologised for the other time when we fixed things and we were wrapped passionately around each other, on my mother's couch, only for you to 'have to go home and do laundry'. You fuckin' never apologised. You never apologised for having my contacts, dropping my calls, only to return them a month later and not bothering to ask why I had called. You never even apologised for being a jerk. I know you know, you know that I know you know that you need to apologise. You also never apologised for taking me on a test drive, the only first I got from you, and acting like it didn't change our lives. By the way, that was the most beau...no, you never apologised. You came. Went. Returned. Left. And never apologised. I'm tired of accepting sorries that don't exist, and you are not forgiven, forgotten, simply because, you NEVER apologised.

Please, apologise.

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