The Unspoken Apology!!

I still remember how we started talking!Been the most beautiful year and a half journey and now I wonder what went wrong!
Re-reading old messages puts you in the best mood for ten seconds then slaps you back to reality and you realize how much things have changed.

I wish you would have replied to that last text of mine,given me a chance to explain myself!I messed up ..Spoiled the one selfless thing that I had encountered in years outside family
thinking it was too good to be true.
Myabe you will never forgive me but I am still writing this in the hope that you don't hate me as much as I hate myself in this moment!
Last night when I was going through our old chats , I saw a text from you where you had promised to never hurt me but guess what,I am hurting now and I can't even complain because it's all my mess!
Guess I just wanted to apologize for how things went between us.Please forgive me if you can!
I wish I could get to hear all the name iterations from you first hand,wish I could get to experience you swaying me back and forth like you said you wanted to,wish I could get to learn all your games from you and
then maybe defeat you at them because you know I don't like losing.I know it has been a longtime since we talked last..don't even know if you remember these things about me........

God,I can't help but envy the girl who would be so lucky to have you as her partner ...I just wish I wouldn't have screwed things up in the first place...I wish I had met you before I met any other guy in my life,wish I could fix things now
but God is a sadist and he has made this creature really stupid who let the love of her life go away and didn't do anything about it!
I hope you trust me when I say this that my only intention in writing this letter was to apologize to you ,I never ever wanted to hurt you in any way but ended up doing just the same!
I am sorry..hope you find it in your heart to forgive me!

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