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Sometimes love isn't about roses, but about apologies that get stuck somewhere between your throat and your pride. About how you want to shout "I'm sorry," but only stubborn silence comes out. It's simple and honest here: torn feelings, a little guilt, a little jealousy - and a tonne of tenderness that just can't be put into words. It's like arguing until you're hoarse with someone you can't breathe without later. The melody is like a gentle pat on the head after a storm: a little sad, a little naive, but genuinely moving. It feels like someone has finally admitted - not to the world, but to themselves - that they miss it like crazy.