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
All my worries about you leaving did nothing to stop you from going. The pain I borrowed in advance is now stirred in with the hurt from you breaking up with me. I know my frets and worry contributed to your departure but I could not stop myself. L.S.
… anticipatory fear is always
twice as strong as present fear.
Anticipatory fear has both fears in it at once –
the anticipatory one and the one
that comes simultaneously
with the dread happening itself.
Letting go is something you do when you still love someone, but just don’t believe in them anymore. That’s where I am with you. Too many lies, too much fighting, too many sleepless night… too much, too much! The love I need can’t be this difficult. E.O.
It may seem as the hardest thing to do,
but you have to forget the guy
who forgot about you.
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.
If I could go back and change one thing about my life, you and I’d still be together and deeply in love. I know it wasn’t all me, but it is was my actions that finally drove us apart. On my list of regrets, losing you is at the top of the list. Years later I am still not over you. C.B.
The funny thing about a
broken heart is that it’s not fatal.
Though you wish in vain that it were,
life continues on and you have
no choice but to continue on with it.
You take the hand that fate has dealt you
and you press forward because
is nothing else that can be done.
You’ve moved on. I haven’t be able to. My life is so ordinary without “us” and loneliness for you is almost unbearable at times. I even miss the bad stuff and realize now I should have been more understanding and forgiving. If I had, I would not have driven you away. S.O.
There is no despair so absolute
as that which comes with
our first great sorrow.
Before we know what it is
to have loved and lost,
to despaired and have recovered hope.
Within there is a burning need to apologize; to tell you how much I regret being a such a disappointment. But I’m afraid; fearful you won’t forgive me and will instead express how you hate me. I was very wrong. I’m sorry and mourn losing you every single day. D.W.
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don’t know how
to replenish its source. It dies of
blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness,
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.
I’ve discovered torment greater than knowing I hurt you; quietly standing by knowing someone else is causing you pain and suffering. When the fault was mine I could at least try to make amends and make things better. When it is someone else I am helpless. B.C.
There are wounds
that never show on the body
that are deeper and more hurtful
than anything that bleeds.
From “Mistral’s Kiss” by Laurell K. Hamilton
I was married, but madly in love with you. I never had the courage to leave so we could be together. Our paths have crossed again years later. There is still strong love between us, but today you’re the one married and I’m single. Is that my retribution for long ago? C.B.
Those who really love you
don’t mean to hurt you
and if they do,
you can’t see it in their eyes
but it hurts them too.