the things that i cant say. but ill type them til the cows come home

im gonna write right here to you. you know who you are. because i just cant tell you what i see. what ive been seeing. think of them as letters. that are at your fingertips. you may choose to read them. you may choose. and one day ill find the words to tell you just how sorry i am. just how wrong ive been. but im not ready. because neither are you. music. brought me to you. and it brings me back to you. again and again and again.