You gave a vow. You stood on that alter, looked me in the eyes, and gave me your word that through thick and thin, for better or worse, you would be there for me. Who knew words could be so cheap. Its like the saying, a picture speaks a thousand words, but I guess that doesn't imply all those words are meaningful or truthful or honest. Because you weren't— you were not honest with yourself and you were never honest with me. And I admit, I wasn't honest with you either. Because when you cried wolf for the thousandth time and told me you had made a mistake, I broke my vow as well. I vowed that I would let nothing come between us, because love meant more to me than that. And I suppose I wasn't truthful to either of us when along the way, I fell out of love, and I let distance get between us. Perhaps words can only be carried out by meaningful actions, and neither of us put in the effort to do that. So for that, Im Sorry, to you and myself.
