Im sorry

I hurt you. God knows how much i am sorry.

I even think that I'm turning into an ugly person and,

It has to stop.

Distractions

In between arguments i can't help but noticing how much i like your mustache.

And in between your  words of justification, anger, explanation, i can't help but staring at your lips and wonder how come you have a pair of beautiful lips but i don't. and how much i adore them.

I'm sorry but i can't help noticing these little things about you that makes me wonder why i started the argument at the first place.