Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Forgive me?

I miss you and I don't know how to tell you without starting a fight.
It was my fault.
I'm sorry.
I should have stayed and been there for you but I let my attitude control my actions.
I'm sorry.
Everyday while I sit in my class,
My mind somehow drifts to you.
I remember the plans we made.
I remember all the things we said we would do together.
But here we are now,
not speaking.
Because of my stupid temper.

Just remember,
I'm sorry and I didn't mean for it to turn out this way.