To you..

It worries me that thoughts of you are slowly coming back from the foggy memories.
It worries me how long will it take for you to reply that text message of me. 1 day? 2 days? a months? or never..
It worries me how much regret I felt after sending that text. Why the hell did I need to be so mad? Why the hell couldn't I be patient?

Things weren't even in their places yet... But I thought way too far in the future.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for always being the one who fucks things up. I'm so sorry..