I'm sorry.
You didn't ask for this, neither did I.
It'll happen again, I'll continue to love strongly, destructively, and hurt you deeply.
An ouroboros.
Alone and constantly destroying itself.

I wish I could.
You mean a great deal.
That doesn't even scratch the surface.
I want nothing more.
But all it can do is hurt, hurt, hurt.
I'm sorry.
I can't be sorry enough.