It's stupid how much I loved you. It's stupid how everytime you hit me, I forgave you.
It's stupid how all I did was comfort you through everything, and you just apologised over and over to me for hurting me. You were broken when we met, covered in scars and pain, and I thought I could fix you. I fixed your pain, and I healed you.
I loved you from the first moment. When I saw you accross the field beneath the fireworks.
Stupid thing is that I gave you everything to you. My heart, my body. And you threw it back at me. Over and over.
People warned me against you. Over and over. They told me that you were trouble, that I needed to stay away. But I was idiotic, falling for a bad guy like I always do. And I took no notice, shrugged their comments off. But they were ALL right, in the end.
I'm sorry that I fixed you. I'm sorry that I tried to keep everything allright.
But the thing that I'm most sorry for?
I'm sorry for loving you.