A sorry doesn’t take back the nights you came stumbling home at three in the morning with liquor dripping from your pores. A sorry doesn’t take back the lies you told while looking me directly in the eyes without a stutter in your sentence. A sorry doesn’t take back the baggage you dropped onto my shoulders when I was much too young. I’m happy you are able to self-reflect, to see the pain you have caused. I’m happy you are putting in the effort to change…