“I’m sorry.”
Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the pair of eyes from across the room. It’s suffocating—the uncomfortable silence that seems to envelope the entire living room. It felt as if one wrong move and the previous argument will reoccur once more.
The air was thick with unspoken words, heavy like a storm brewing on the horizon. He’s not dumb enough to not figure out that the reason you’re constantly fighting is because of his absence and repeated mistakes.
He’d apologize with his entire heart, make up with you, and repeat it. So on your part, he can empathize. Yeah, perhaps he’s dumb on his though.
“You once hesitated getting in a relationship with me.” He spoke up hesitantly, almost mumbling his words, finding the need to reminisce. “Because you said I’ve never gotten in one. You said first relationships often end up badly because it’s when you usually make a lot of mistakes. And I remember I brushed that off—I’ll figure it out. It just dawned on me how I keep making those same mistakes. I’m sorry. You’re my first relationship, but I also want you to be my last.”