I wish I had reached for your hand instead of turning my back — I'm sorry.

I don't want tonight's argument to be the last thing between us; I'm sorry.

I know I raised my tone tonight; I'm sorry for making you defensive.

I'm sorry I walked away instead of staying to calm down with you.

I kept your receipt from the store we argued about because I didn't want to lose you.

I feel awful and small for the way I left things after our fight.

Your coffee cup with lipstick on it sits in the sink and I miss saying sorry in person.

I'm sorry I joked when you were serious; I see now that hurt you.

I know I kept repeating myself tonight; I'm sorry I wouldn't hear you.

I don't want to end the night angry with you — I'm sorry for my part.

That slammed cupboard door keeps replaying; I'm sorry I let anger do that.

I was wrong to accuse you; I was upset and took it out on you.

I still have your sweater under my arm from when you stormed off; forgive me.

I feel ashamed of how I handled the conversation and want to change.

I'm sorry I made you wait in the hallway while I walked out; that was selfish.

I know saying sorry doesn't erase tonight, but I'm starting with that.

I want to say plainly: I'm sorry and I love you, even after that fight.

I shouldn't have left your plant wilting on the windowsill while we argued; I'm sorry.

My chest is tight after tonight; I'm sorry I let it spill onto you.

I'm sorry I accused you without asking; I trust you and failed to show it.

I keep thinking about the crumb you pointed out and how petty I acted.

I noticed your keys on the counter and realised I missed your laugh already.

I'm sorry I blamed you for my bad day; you didn't deserve that.

I regret my words from tonight and want to make it right, however you want.

I hate that I made you cry over something that matters so little to me now.

That silence after we said each other things stung; I don't want it between us.

I'm still here, and I'm sorry I made you feel alone in the argument.

I kept the takeout receipt you said you'd throw away and realised I miss us.

I know I interrupted you tonight; I'm sorry and I want to listen.

I feel guilty and small and I wish I could take back what I said.

Your phone face-down on the table after you left made me feel awful.

I want to fix this — starting with apologising for raising my voice.

I'm sorry I left the door open and your jacket on the chair, I shouldn't have walked out.

I can't stop replaying your last words and wishing I'd answered differently.

That cracked plate on the floor made me realise I hate fighting with you.

I'm sorry I snapped; I care about you more than my stubbornness did.

I still want to hold your cold mug from tonight and say I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have read your messages in anger; forgive me.

Promise to be mildly repentant and I'll show you my wonderfully unrepentant side.

I kept the receipt for today's fight — exchange it for an hour of teasing.