I Love You and I Am Sorry

Rafe was itching to go but Lacy’s flight was delayed.

Lacy smiled at him, though her eyes were full of tears. “You go now.”

“Do you have my new number?” Rafe asked the umpteenth time.

“Yes, I have it here.” Lacy thumped her chest pocket. Her jacket was bulky with other documents.

They listened to the female voice announcing the flight number of Rafe.

“The plane’s gonna fly without you,” Lacy attempted to joke.

“I love you, Lacy. Don’t forget that.” Rafe held her shaking body.

“I love you, too,” she whispered brokenly.

“We’ll be together after two years. Time will fly,” he promised.

I Love You and I Am Sorry

“To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.” Adele, ‘Hello’

Lacy pushed him away. “Goodbye, Rafe!”

“Goodbye for now, sweetheart!”

“It is goodbye forever…”

“No! No!”

“Sir, you’re having a bad dream. Wake up!”

Rafe awoke in a hospital. He had a broken nose and right leg cast.

He also had a temper, although the tantrums he threw around left the nurses unfazed.

“I… want… out…!” Uttering those three words caused his heart pumping fast and his blood pressure shooting high.

“We’ll let you out and you’ll go where?” His friend, Dr. Ruiz, asked mildly.

Rafe had trouble pronouncing another three words: in my office.

Dr. Ruiz voiced them aloud. “In your office.” He knew Rafe too well. “You’ll live only one day if you sit at your desk. You’ll die of heart attack.”

Rafe tried to speak once more but his voice failed him again.

The doctor sighed. “Rafe, you must take it easy. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends for so long now.”

Rafe closed his eyes tightly. Yes, it had been fifteen years of work and more work. Now, he had been CEO of his own company for five years. And he was a millionaire.

“You need to relax. What you need is a long vacation,” Dr. Ruiz continued. “Go home. You’ve never go back to the Philippines. Maybe, it’s time to go home, Rafe.”

When Rafe opened his eyes, it was morning. The nurse had administered tranquilizer while the doctor spoke to him.

He slept peacefully but not because the tranquilizer worked. His peace came from within. Yes, he was coming home.

And to Lacy.

During his sleep, he dreamt of when they were both young. They had big dreams. They had love for each other.

What had gone wrong?

Lacy never kept her promise to call him.

And… pride.

Rafe was concerned, angry and jealous before work started building up. Working in the United States was not easy. It required all of his time if he wanted to succeed.

Time had dulled his feelings and memories.

He had flings. He almost got married once but he changed his mind at the last minute. Kate hated him until she met his friend, Dr. Ruiz. They were together now for six years and had one son.

Rafe was godfather and Kate understood him better. He was longing for Lacy.

He stayed at the hospital for a week without a demure. The nurses were suspicious at first but when he proved to be a model patient, he was loved by all.

Dr. Ruiz was not surprised. “You will have a nice bump on your nose. And your leg is healing nicely.” The cast was taken away yesterday. “When do you plan to go home?”

“Today.” Rafe could speak with a small effort. “I bought the plane ticket yesterday.”

“Round trip?” The doctor asked casually.

“One way.”

“Good.” Dr. Ruiz nodded and patted his hand. “You’re doing well. I’ll give references to specialists and your medical report. Please give me a call when you arrived in the Philippines.”

Rafe stayed at a hotel in Manila. He hired a private detective to make inquiries on his behalf. Yes, a Lacy Chavez was still living in their home town.

Now, why didn’t he think of it before?

‘Pride,’ he sighed to himself.

He made the journey by a hired car with driver. He wanted to watch the sceneries but fatigue overcame him. He slept all the way.

“Sir, we’re here.”

The ‘here’ was his old home. Rafe paid the driver.

“Thank you, sir!” The driver saluted him.

He picked the large traveling bag and walked towards the gate. Nobody lived here since he went to the states. His mother and only sister had lived in Australia when his father died.

Rafe called his mother when he arrived in Manila. “I’m here for good, Ma. I just called to tell you.”

“Oh really! That’s good because I’m planning to go home, son. Maybe, two months from now.”

“That’s good news, Ma! What about Roma and family?” He asked about his sister.

“She wants to go home, too, but the kids’ have to finish the school year so they have to go later. Since you’re home, I’ll be there to ready everything for them.”

“Yes. I’ll wait for you two months from now, Ma. Bye for now!”

“Bye! Roma will be excited once I told her you’re home!”

Rafe remembered Dr. Ruiz’s last words. “You take it easy and you will live longer.”

“How long?”

“It’s up to you, my friend. Just remember that you need to take it easy. Relax and live your life.”

Live your life…

‘What have I done with my life?’ he asked himself.

Money. He had become a millionaire but his millions could not save his life. So… nothing.

Dejectedly, Rafe opened the house. His steps were heavy as he hauled his luggage inside. He needed the walking stick this time because his limp was worse.

He left the front door open and went to the kitchen. Miraculously, the window glasses survived the many harsh storms that passed the country.

The house was built long before he was born. The structure was still sound. It was sturdy and durable.

“Here is something that I need my money for,” he muttered as he surveyed the thick dust and cobwebs on everything.

He inspected the upstairs rooms. No broken glasses either. The roof was intact. A frown started to form as he opened the windows of his old room.

It didn’t creak. The hinges were oiled.

Rafe examined the floor. There were faded footprints. He couldn’t tell what size but they were smaller than his shoes.

He went to the next room. This was his sister’s old room. The window was stuck and the dust on the floor thicker.

He didn’t believe in ghosts so someone was in the house sometime ago.

Rafe removed the white sheets over the bed and the table. They were noticeably clean and no dust flew as he lifted the sheets.

Someone was definitely here.

His head pounded, reminding him that he was not fit to solve mysteries. He lay down on the bed heavily. He needed to rest his leg. He closed his eyes and fell asleep once again.

It was dark when he opened his eyes again. The only illumination came from the open window. The skies were clear.

Rafe stared at the stars and saw Lacy’s face on them.

Lacy was already in highschool when her family migrated to his home town. She didn’t know anyone at school. She made friends but had no time to dally after classes.

Although she was not pretty, her infectious laughter and twinkling eyes caught attention. They made her popular and were made Miss Friendship but she declined due to hectic schedule.

Lacy worked part-time in then only fastfood restaurant to save for her college education. She was an only child but her parents were poor. Her father was a fisherman and her mother a fish vendor.

Poverty did not deter her from finishing Nursing. She graduated two years later than the rest of her batch.

After a year, she became a Registered Nurse. She had been working at the health center then.

Rafe had finished a course in business and a master in management. He had been working for two years, gathering experience.

It was fiesta when his mother ‘summoned’ him. “Rafe, you have been chosen as one of the sponsors of fellow graduates and board passers. You must come home.”

“Can I send a donation instead?” he teased.

“Oh, you cannot!”

He had received an invitation a week ago. The name Lacy Chavez jumped out of the page. She had graduated.

And he was excited.

“I’d like to visit at your home,” he said during their prom night. They were both in senior year.

“I don’t receive friends at home,” Lacy replied quietly. Her smile was regretful.

Rafe knew why. Lacy’s home was a shack, with only two rooms divided by a curtain. Hers was the smaller room. The living, dining room and kitchen was her parents’ bedroom at night.

He admired her lack of embarrassment about the way they live.

“Why do you want to be a nurse?” Someone in their class asked Lacy.

“Because I want to work in the U.K. and help my family.”

He respected her wish to be left alone while pursuing her chosen field. He went his own way to the world.

But now, his time had come. Their time had come.

“Hi, Lacy,” Rafe greeted her as she stood by the elderly doctor at the health center.

She turned and blushed. “Oh, hi, Rafe!” Her voice was low.

“May I have this dance?” If possible, she blushed more but she accepted.

They danced in silence for a while. He was the first to speak.

“I remembered your promise.”

“W-what promise?”

“That you would entertain suitors after you graduated.” He stopped dancing but remained holding her in his arms.

“Oh! You remembered…”

“Yes–and I intend to court you now.”

Lacy stared at him for a long moment and then she smiled. She had tears in her eyes. “You don’t have to–I’m yours, Rafe.”

Rafe felt his heart would burst out of his chest when she laid her head there. Gently, they started dancing again. They were not aware of the outer world. They created a special place just for the two them.

He traveled to and from Manila every weekend since then. Lacy was always waiting for him.

Their parents were in good terms. Her father was still a fisherman but her mother remained at home. They lived in a modest house in town.

“Rafe, Lacy will make a good wife and mother.” His parents were hearing wedding bells.

But his visa was accepted and he got a job waiting for him. He wanted to get married before he went to the United States.

“You’ll follow after a few months,” he promised Lacy.

“I have my U.K. visa accepted, too. I suggest we got married after our contracts.”

Rafe swallowed his disappointment. “Is that a promise?”

“Yes, Rafe.”

But he waited and waited. He called his parents to ask for her. Yes, Lacy was in the U.K. and her parents had left town.

He had no choice but wait in vain. Months had passed with no call and no letter. He might have gone mad if his work was not demanding.

He went through a lot of emotions: anxiety, concern, anger, longing and resignation. In the end, he became resigned that Lacy didn’t want him. She didn’t love him like he loved her.

When his father died, he was past caring. He flew home and out again after the burial. His sister met an Australian and migrated, taking his mother with her.

That became the end of his first love. He thought he was ready to grow old in the states but over-fatigue and a car accident made him go home.

Rafe blinked as tears of regret filled his eyes. If only he did not let pride in the way…

But it was not too late yet. No matter what, he would see Lacy once again and say: ‘I’m sorry.’

Because it didn’t matter to him who should ask for forgiveness, his time was limited. It was more important to mend his fences.

With that thought in mind, Rafe groped around for his walking stick. His leg was not hurting much. The climate here was not so harsh, unlike in the states.

He felt his way through the stairs and to the kitchen. The master switch was over the old refrigerator. He switched it on.

“Mom, I told you, someone’s in the house!”

Rafe frowned, sure that he heard a boy’s voice.

“Look, they even left the front door open!”

He hobbled toward the front door. It was opened wide. He reached it before the intruders.

A boy and a woman were standing just a few feet from the low stairs. The boy was wearing a school uniform while the woman was in a nursing scrub.

Lacy stared at him, open-mouthed.

“Rafe?” She said, as though she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Rafe knew he matured over his years. After the accident, his hair turned grey and there were extra lines on his face.

And Lacy didn’t look a day older.

But his eyes were looking at himself when he was a school boy. The boy looked like him at that same age.

“He’s my son.” It was a statement.

Lacy turned her head to look at the boy proudly. “Yes. Luke is our son,” she said quietly.

“Hello, Father.”

Rafe didn’t know what happened next. He opened his eyes and saw two faces looking down at him anxiously. He was lying on the sofa in the living room.

He fainted. He was so shocked, he fainted.

He looked at his son again. The boy was fourteen years old.

“Let me sit up.” Rafe hated feeling helpless. He couldn’t get up by himself, dammit!

Lacy expertly helped him.

It took a moment to stop his heart from palpitating.

“What’s your name again?” he wheezed.

“I’m Lucas Rafael Chavez, Luke to everyone.” The teenage boy gave a small salute. His young face was serious.

“Luke,” he repeated. “Could you get me a glass of water?”

“You get a bottle from our house, Luke.” Lacy asked their son. “The water in your faucet is not drinkable. And our house is just across the street.” She informed him reassuringly.

Rafe stared at Lacy. Her face was unlined. Her body looked riper because she had carried a child. But other than that, she was the same Lacy.

“You never called me,” he blurted out when they were alone.

“I had to,” she swallowed nervously. “You have your dreams within your grasp. I didn’t want to snatch them away with the news of my pregnancy.”

“You knew about it when we’re at airport?”

“Yes.” Lacy sat down beside him and faced him. “I was two months pregnant by then.”

“And you never breathed a word.”

“I had my promise to my parents and to myself.” She shrugged and smiled sadly. “I had to sacrifice our love. I am sorry.”

A year ago, Rafe would be mad at her. He would rant at how she didn’t prioritize their love. She lied by omission.

But since his days could be numbered, he just stared at her. All the longing he felt were in the look he gave her.

“No. I am the one who’s sorry. I’m sorry, Lacy.” He held her gently.

The tears started falling. “I was afraid you’d never return, see our son…”

He felt guilty. If not for his injuries, he wouldn’t come home. He would never know their son.

“Where did you go then? Your parents weren’t here, too.” He asked after a while.

“They planned a long visit to Mama’s province, Leyte. I stayed at Dr. Garcia’s house in the city. I worked and saved money, then I came back here. Luke had started school by then.” She mentioned the name of the elderly doctor.

“How I wish I remained in touch with our old classmates!” he muttered regretfully.

“I called the number you gave me but no one answered the phone.”

“When was that?”

“When Luke was born.”

Rafe held her tightly. “I’m sorry, Lacy. I’m sorry,” he whispered again. He buried his face into her fragrant hair.

“You’re here now. You’ve met our son.”

There was a faint expectation in her voice. He heard it, understood it, but he could never act on it. His damned pride again.

But he could not burden Lacy with his failing health.

Luke returned with his bottle of water. When he reached for it, his hand shook.

No, Rafe would not burden these two beautiful people.

Lacy took charge after that. She insisted that he stay with them while the house was cleaned and thoroughly checked. Her bossiness was one of the new things he noticed in her.

“You don’t seem a hussy girl then,” he said when she forced him to stay at her home across the street.

“It’s practical. You need someone to look after you while your house is being cleaned.” Lacy was laconic as she tended to his needs.

The house was small but had three bedrooms. The room downstairs was intended for Luke’s grandparents when they visited. They decided to stay in Leyte.

Lacy rummaged through his bag. Rafe had no energy to stop her.

She found the maintenance drugs he must take at certain hours. Quietly, she placed them on the side table.

“Luke, have you started dinner?”

“No, Mum.”

“It’s okay. You can call pizza delivery.” Lacy said with a smile.

“Wow, my favorite! What flavor, Mum?”

“Your choice,” she said. “And Rafe’s.”

Lacy remembered pizza was his favorite food.

“What do you want, Father?”

“Whatever you want, son.” Rafe uttered the word ‘son’ with love.

Luke heard and felt the warmth in his father’s tone. He smiled and winked before he turned to the living room where the telephone was located.

“Our son seemed to know me.”

Lacy looked up from studying the label of one pill bottle. “All Luke knew was when we were young. I showed him pictures of us…”

“But I don’t seem to be a stranger to him,” Rafe insisted.

“Yes. He always talked about you.” Lacy hesitated before continuing. “Luke confessed to me that he managed to break in to your house. He just went into your old room, look at your old stuff.”

The mystery was solved. His son was the visitor to where he slept and studied in his young life.

Rafe resolved to show all his youthful haunts to his son.

He fell asleep after they had a noisy dinner. Luke was the speaker while Lacy and Rafe laughed at his antics. After an hour of so much fun, he had no energy.

“I hate it when I feel sleepy,” he murmured as Lacy supported him to bed. His son hovered behind, holding a glass of water.

“You still suffer from jet lag,” she explained kindly. She picked a pill bottle. “You take this before you sleep.”

Luke stepped forward to offer him water.

“Thank you to both of you,” Rafe wheezed as he lay down.

“Luke, say goodnight to your father and then go to sleep yourself. You have classes tomorrow,” Lacy instructed their son.

“Goodnight, Father. Goodnight, Mum.” Luke smiled lopsidedly.

“He smiled like me,” Rafe said sleepily. “But he’s got your twinkling eyes.”

“Go to sleep, Rafe,” she commanded him gently.

“I love your bossiness…” And fell into a deep sleep.

Rafe woke up the next morning with Lacy still sitting on the armchair by the bed. She was wearing pajamas so she returned to stay by his side.

“Lacy…” He breathed longingly. “Dear Lacy…” And then he slept again.

When he opened his eyes again, he was alone. Sunlight was streaming through the open windows.

“Good morning!” Lacy chirped as she entered the room. “It’s time for your morning pills. I also called your doctor, Dr. Ruiz, and asked if we could examine you at the hospital here.”

“W-what? The telephone bill must be sky-high!”

“We’ll discuss that later. Now, your morning pills.” She handed him three colorful pills and a glass of water. “Your breakfast is ready.” She helped him get up.

“I’d like to go the bathroom first.” Rafe didn’t mind her help this time. He got to smell her scent and hold her in his arm while he hobbled toward the bathroom.

Lacy left him by the door, blushing like a schoolgirl.

“No caffeine so you’ll choose between milk and juice.”

“I’ll drink milk. What did you discuss with Dr. Ruiz?”

“Not much. Oh, he told me to remind you about his family.” Lacy avoided his eyes. “I gathered he’s from next town.”

“Yes. Would you like to go with me?” Rafe asked gently.

“Oh… yes. Yes, I’d like to go with you.” Lacy was relieved. She had expected him to outcast her.

That he would never do. During his sleep, he decided to enjoy all the times he had with her. No more pride.

Rafe smiled at her boyishly. “Shall we go now?”

Lacy was driving a battered car. “I got this for a song two years ago. This was handy when patients cannot come to the hospital on their own.”

They drove to Dr. Ruiz’s family first. Rafe gave the small package to the elderly parents.

“Oh, as promised! Look at our grandson!”

The package turned out to be photo albums of Dr. Ruiz’s small family in the states.

“I’ll show you Luke’s tonight,” Lacy whispered to him.

They accepted the refreshments gracefully. Afterwards, they went to the hospital. Rafe was surprised because it was modern and near-complete.

“We don’t have specialists for rare diseases but we have a resident neuro-surgeon,” Lacy informed with quiet pride. “You have an appointment with him.”

Dr. Celis was clearly smitten with Lacy. Rafe had to watch him smile sweetly every time he looked at her–which was frequently.

Lacy was oblivious. She asked questions about Rafe’s health intelligently and how to take care of him as a patient.

“You seem to know him when, in fact, he just came back from the states.” Dr. Celis glanced at the information sheet and references from Dr. Ruiz.

Rafe narrowed his eyes at the doctor.

Lacy was sensitive to the shift in his mood. She touched his arm gently and stated shamelessly.

“Rafe is the father of my son.”

Dr. Celis reddened. Rafe was silenced.

“Come, you need to rest.” Lacy smiled her thanks to the flustered doctor while ushering him outside the hospital.

She was happy while driving home.

“There’s nothing wrong with your heart. And your blood pressure seems normal. But we need to be cautious. You will take your medicines as instructed.”

Lacy was correct. Rafe was feeling alright now, except for the limp on his leg.

When they reached home, he asked about the pictures.

There were so many. From when Luke was a baby up to present. Lacy took photos of their son religiously. From the first step he took to the first toothy smile he gave.

“Luke smiled like you,” Lacy said dreamily.

“But he has your twinkling eyes,” Rafe replied tenderly.

There was a pregnant silence as they gazed at the picture of Luke having fun with friends at age ten.

Lacy was the first to speak. “You know, I’ve been banking on your promise all these years.”

Rafe knew at once what promise was that. Unfortunately, he didn’t know what to reply. It was unfair of him to come to her as an invalid.

“Look at me, Lacy,” he whispered.

Lacy complied.

“When I’m cleared, I’d make good of my promise.”

“We’ll get you c-cleared.” Her voice wobbled as she spoke then held to him tightly. She cried silently.

Rafe was sure Lacy got the truth from Dr. Ruiz.

Nothing was mentioned about his health afterwards. Lacy was determined that Luke enjoyed the presence of his father.

They had developed a routine. Every morning was spent in the old house. Rafe would limp across the street, supported by Lacy. It turned out the house needed a change of roof. The electrical plan and plumbing was also checked.

The afternoons were devoted to Luke and Lacy.

Time flew by. His medicines were all gone. He had weekly visits to Dr. Celis. He was given fewer medicines and with lower dosages.

Rafe would like to think that he was getting better, but his insecurity was bigger. He was still an invalid.

Two months had passed. His mother decided to wait for his sister.

“Rafe, your sister and the kids need me here. We’ll go home together.”

“Rafe, I hope you’ll understand. Ma wants to go home but I pleaded with her.”

“It’s okay. Go home at your own speed. The house is being renovated anyway.”

He also called Dr. Ruiz.

“Hi, my friend! You sound happier now,” Dr. Ruiz greeted him.

“Yes. I’d like you to examine me again. I want to know if I’m…. fit to be a groom.”

“Ah, you want to know whether you will live longer?”

Rafe winced slightly. “Yes. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Hmmm, I’ll call again. I have to talk to my boss.”

“Wait, I can go back to the states.”

“And lose some of your precious moments with Luke and Lacy? Besides, it’s been years since I went home. Kate and the parents want to meet each other. They want to see their grandson, too.”

Rafe did not need to tell him that Lacy and Luke could go with him.

He got a thorough check-up two weeks after.

“What’s your verdict?”

Dr. Ruiz seemed baffled at first. “Well, I must say miracles do happen. It’s been three months since I last saw you. You’re a goner then but look at you now…”

His heart leaped. “What do you mean?”

“Your heart is doing fine. Blood pressure normal. No sign of over-fatigue,” Dr. Ruiz enumerated. “In fact, you look younger and healthier than since I last saw you. I’d say you continue what you’re doing to get a longer and better life.”

“Thank you very much, friend.” Rafe could not think to say anymore.

When he reached Lacy’s home, she was in the kitchen. It was her day off at the hospital.

“Lunch is ready!”

“Yes, I’ll be there. Where’s Luke?”

“He called. Basketball practice. Don’t be long.” Lacy was untying an apron from her slim waist.

Good. He went over his luggage. At the bottom, he found the small and tattered box. He placed the box beside Lacy’s plate.

“W-what–?” She did not finish her question.

“I bought that before I went to the states.” Rafe said gently.

“Oh!” A simple but elegant-looking solitaire winked under the light. The diamond was small but the slim band made it seem large.

“I should have insisted that we got married then.”

“On hindsight, I wish I agreed to marriage. But I had so much pride.” Lacy’s voice broke as she began to cry. “I want to give back to my parents the fruits of all our sacrifices. I want to succeed on my own.”

“Ssh… don’t cry, Lacy. The blame’s on me. I did not understand your independence.” Rafe gathered her in his arms and held her tenderly. “I let pride rule me.”

They remained silent as they hold each other. Lacy crying loudly while Rafe shed silent tears. Regret was one of the emotions but relief chased it away.

“Will you marry me, my darling?” He whispered as he looked into her eyes.

“Yes, Rafe,” Lacy answered breathlessly.

Rafe put the ring on her finger then kissed her hand.

“Luke will be ecstatic,” he said. “I told him I’m going to ask you to marry me today if–”


“Dr. Ruiz examined me.”


Rafe could tell that Lacy was pissed.

“He said that I will live.”


He did not let her finish. “I had roughly one month to live then. I came home for proper closure. I just want to ask forgiveness and to see you one last time. But I saw Luke… He gave me a new zest for life…”

Lacy picked up a glass of water to offer to him when he became breathless. Her chair was suddenly very near.

“I will marry you no matter what.”

“I realize that, sweetheart,” he wheezed slightly.

“Don’t keep secrets from me. Dr. Ruiz was not confident when I talked to him.”

“Because he hasn’t seen me. When did you talk to him?”

“I chat him every week.” Lacy was sheepish. “Through the internet.”

“He is confident now. We will see him and his family on our wedding. On Saturday.”


“That’s three days from now.” Rafe looked at her uncertainly. “It’s a civil wedding.”

“Oh, Rafe! I trust you, darling. You and Luke are all I want.”

Rafe kissed her tenderly. “Yes, sweetheart. We will be together from now on.”

They got a church wedding a year after. Lacy’s parents came all the way from Leyte, bringing several relatives. His mother and his sister’s whole family had already returned home.

His bestman was Luke. His niece and nephew, Rina and Matt, were their flowergirl and ringbearer.

His bride was wearing white and hiding a small bump. Lacy was blushing enchantingly.

“You look like when we first danced together,” Rafe whispered tenderly.

“You, too,” she whispered back shyly.

Rafe was pleased to hear it.

“I love you and I’m sorry.” They kissed with restraint.

Inspired by the song, “Hello” (Adele)


Hello (Adele)”

Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing

Hello, can you hear me
I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
There’s such a difference between us
And a million miles

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

Hello, how are you
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened
It’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time

So hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

(Highs highs highs highs
Lows lows lows lows)

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

(Courtesy: azlyrics.com)

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