Holding you as you cried until you made yourself sick was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My arms were around your waist as your intense emotions made you throw up. You said I’m sorry” and I believe you. I ended up loving you even more. C.B.
The greatest love
the hardest conditions…
My pride got the best of me. Anger blinded me over something near meaningless. You said you were tired of me beating you up emotionally over the smallest things and left. I thought you’d come back. It’s been weeks now and I don’t know where you are. L.S.
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
Too often It seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts.
And we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
Being obsessed with my imperfections shaped how I saw you. It was craziness that caused me to think anyone who could love me was too screwed up and imperfect for me to love. I drove you away and made you despise me. Yet my heart still cries for you. B.J.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
instead of creating the perfect love.
image by KCe7
Yes, I was busy and worked long hours. In my mind it was all for ‘us’. In hindsight it’s easy to see I was addicted to money, success and the rush of making deals; the wins and loses. My love of risk cost me far more than I ever dreamed: YOU! B.P.
Too much of the time, we are blinded
by our own pursuits of people to love us,
people that don’t even matter,
while all that time we waste
and the people who do love us
have to stand on the sidewalk
and watch us beg in the streets!
C. JoyBell C.
In the bubble of our love, everything was good. Anger never lasted. Disappointment evaporated quickly. Grief passed. Everything was made better because of our love. Then I cheated and messed everything up. Where joy once was is now sadness. B.J.
In truth, there are only two realities:
the one for people who are
in love or love each other,
and the one for people
who are standing outside all that.
From “The Feast of Love”
by Charles Baxter
Please forgive me. I was a fool. What I said and did was wrong. Taking you for granted became a habit. The thought of losing you has jarred me back to reality. I love you so much. PLEASE don’t leave me. I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want. D.S.
I don’t know how to do it,
But I got to do right,
I need to say I’m sorry,
I don’t want to see us fight.
I’m staring at the clouds,
I sit and reminisce,
I remember all the good times we had,
I remember our first kiss.
From “I’m Sorry I Lied”
by Shak Tabib
I’m a good person. You know that. But one who made a terrible mistake. There’s no doubt what I did was wrong. All I can do is tell you how much I love you, apologize with all my heart, beg you to take me back and try to convince you I’m worth a second chance. J.R.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
No matter how much love we share or how hard we try, it’s just not working. We’re an unmatched pair with almost opposite ideas about the future. We both deserve to chase our dreams but that means we can’t be together. I’m sorry Darling. It won’t work. R.W.
There is no amount of communication or work
that can overcome being with someone
does not want what you want.
At least you take my calls now and talk to me. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I hope for it anyway. Living without you taught there is no one else I want to spend my life with. Please give me a chance and I’ll spend my life showing you the depth of my love for you. A.H.
Sometimes you love something so much
that it hurts to leave it, but you must.
Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on
to that thing you love. And sometimes
you let go of what you love because it hurts,
but then just sometimes you get it back
and live happily ever after.
There are still moments when I have to take a deep breath before speaking to keep from crying. I’ve learned to hide my sadness so well that everyone thinks I’m fine. It’s only me that knows how tortured I am on the inside. I hurt you and I can’t forgive myself for it. D.L.
I never guessed
I could cry so hard
my face hurt.