Trying to make things work.

You've came home.
And all I want is for everything to work.
I hate regrets, but I wish we could start over.
Let's start from the beginning of last years summer.
I promise everything will be perfect, because you're perfect.

All I do is wonder. So many things are running through my mind. For the past two years, rarely there were ever times where I wasn't thinking about you. And those times were the worst. And those times I regret. We both know those times. And I messed up, I did. And from those times I've learned that you mean the most to me and that I need you to be apart of my life. It's too hard without you. And I simply am being a little selfish, but I need you. I wish you'd forgive me. I wish we could like we were. But that's a lifestyle. And you are the only person that can decide that. I just want to make things work. I just want to satisfy you. It's what makes me happy. And till then I'll miserable. I wish you'd love me. I'd be happy if you even just cared for me a little. I wish you didn't disregard me so much. I remember when I was your one and only. And when I came before so much and you only wanted to make me happy. That was beyond what I wanted. I just want you to love me, be mine, and sometimes make me feel wanted. I try so much for you. I wish I could get back half as much as I put into you. I just wish, sometimes.