How to Say I’m Sorry

“I’m sorry”—an “I’m sorry” that you really mean—are two of the sweetest words you can say or hear in marriage. Here is a little lesson on regret and how to say those words and mean it. Thank you, Taylor Swift.

Here are the lyrics:

I’m so glad you made time to see me.
How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family?
I haven’t seen them in a while.

You’ve been good, busier than ever.
We small talk, work and the weather.
Your guard is up, and I know why.

Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you, saying I’m sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.

These days, I haven’t been sleeping.
Staying up, playing back myself leaving.
When your birthday passed, and I didn’t call.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
And realized I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days.
When fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye.

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you, saying I’m sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile.
So good to me, so right.
And how you held me in your arms that September night,
The first time you ever saw me cry.

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.

I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t.
So if the chain is on your door, I understand.

This is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you, saying I’m sorry for that night.
And I go back to December.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind.
I go back to December all the time, all the time.

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