If Apologies Were Edible, This Would be a Banquet/ To Whom it May Concern II

I wish it had never come to this. To writing you this letter. It could have easily been avoided but seeing you that night; blue top, blue jeans (Yes, i do remember) something took a hold of me. Part alcohol, part lonliness, part you were looking so pretty. And thats why i told you we needed to talk.
With my arms around your waist, i said some things. some things that i probably shouldnt have. some things that were a little more than less than true. And for that i'm sorry. More than i can adequately express and more than you will probably ever believe. But I am. And not only for that but for sunday morning as well. For getting you out of bed, making you travel across town and for walking your heart right into a trap.
I dont have any excuses for what i did. It was wrong. More than that, it was heartless. Knowing everything that i do. Knowing how you feel. Knowing how it feels to have your heart broken and knowing that that was all that I could offer you.
I dont expect you to forgive me. I dont deserve to be forgiven. but i do hope that with time, your heart will mend and that as the fault lines become less visible, that you'll be able to forgive me.

I am truly sorry,

Lloyd