I blame myself every day. I look into the mirror and all I see is shame and hate of everything I have done to you. I try to make up to you, because I never meant to hurt you. And I try to love you the way I'd love to be loved. I use beautiful words and I will to hear them back. Sometimes I don't and I feel ridiculous. Just like waiting for you to say: I need to see you, I miss you darling.