Basically

A bit discontent.

I spent much of my afternoon curled up on the couch. Snug under the covers, my mind began to wander, & I couldn't get you out of my head. Despite how tired I was, your words still echoed in my head, and I found it quite impossible to doze off. So there I was, thinking about you, and staring up at the clouds, laying so still I could watch them move across the sky. I thought about how much you meant to me, & realized that perhaps, you didn't feel the same way.

When you said you wouldn't forgive me, were you telling me the truth ?

I want to make it up to you; not because I feel like I have to, and not because I feel guilty. I want to make it up to you because I know what I did was wrong, and I can't stand having you mad at me any longer. So please forgive me?