You may not believe me, but I never meant to hurt you.
You may not believe me, but I never meant to hurt myself.
Somehow it seems both has happened. I was hurt, and I was being selfish and impulsive; who knows, chances are more then likely I'm still being selfish.

I'm sitting on the back porch, watching what should be the sunrise, but the lack of because of the thick clouds engulfing the sky. Kind of reminds me of our current situation, behind all this darkness is this beautiful light wanting nothing more but to break through. That light is the beautiful relationship you and I have but a dark cloud of pain and resentment has distorted such.
Coming back to Waco is hard.
Seeing you...is hard, because I know how things used to be, and try as I might this fog seems to lighten up, but never really clears. This fog is the tone in your voice, the look in your eyes and my troubles of living in the past.
I've always had a problem of letting things go, that's something I need to work on.

As hard as it may be to believe- I love you.
And that, will always be apart of the past, present and future.