"I miss you."
I whisper to myself through the endless tear filled nights.
The words that I thought would never escape my lips when it came to your name.
My hate was so strong that it covered up the regret of not having better times,
and living better days.
As my tears stain the papers I write on,
As my heart cracks with every regret,
Two sets of three words still remain in the back of my mind;
I miss you.
I love you.